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 Bahamas and from Lille.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Vainqueur. All the underground hits.
All Roger Hodgson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every D'Angelo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ponytail record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Todd Terry,
Lalo Schifrin,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Masters at Work,
Gang Green,
Amazonics,
Delon & Dalcan,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Young Marble Giants,
Ornette Coleman,
Bobby Sherman,
Sex Pistols,
Curtis Mayfield,
Malaria!,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Pere Ubu,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Victims,
Thee Headcoats,
the Human League,
Stockholm Monsters,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Lakeside,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
The Sonics,
Intrusion,
Cal Tjader,
Mary Jane Girls,
Popol Vuh,
LL Cool J,
Slick Rick,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Gang of Four,
Harpers Bizarre,
Minnie Riperton,
Kurtis Blow,
Crash Course in Science,
Jacques Brel,
Monolake,
Public Enemy,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Sugar Minott,
Tommy Roe,
Sandy B,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Soul Sonic Force,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Modern Lovers,
The Standells,
Lalann,
Danielle Patucci,
Joe Smooth,
Ronnie Foster,
Altered Images,
The American Breed,
K-Klass,
DJ Style,
Barry Ungar,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Visage,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
John Holt,
The Slackers, The Slackers, The Slackers, The Slackers.
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.