Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Qatar and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Vaughan Mason & Crew to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Junior Murvin. All the underground hits.
All Terry Callier tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deakin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Notorious Big And Bone Thugs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barclay James Harvest,
Absolute Body Control,
The Last Poets,
New Age Steppers,
Blossom Toes,
The Saints,
These Immortal Souls,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Misunderstood,
Terry Callier,
Slick Rick,
The Leaves,
Marshall Jefferson,
Easy Going,
Sister Nancy,
Bootsy Collins,
Robert Görl,
The Fall,
Todd Rundgren,
Pylon,
Alphaville,
Television,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Vainqueur,
One Last Wish,
Derrick Morgan,
Jerry's Kids,
Minor Threat,
Iggy Pop,
Duran Duran,
Suburban Knight,
The Alarm Clocks,
Leonard Cohen,
The Move,
The Selecter,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Liliput,
Tres Demented,
Ponytail,
Rufus Thomas,
Moby Grape,
The Mummies,
Neu!,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Porter Ricks,
Gang of Four,
Au Pairs,
Khruangbin,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Dave Gahan,
Make Up,
Ohio Players,
Sandy B,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
T.S.O.L.,
Crispy Ambulance,
Matthew Halsall,
Cal Tjader,
The Monochrome Set,
John Cale,
Oblivians,
Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.