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 Suriname and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Simply Red to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 the Swans. All the underground hits.
All Rosa Yemen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lalann 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Beau Brummels record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
kango's stein massive,
Prince Buster,
Carl Craig,
Lucky Dragons,
Loose Ends,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Warsaw,
The Modern Lovers,
Blossom Toes,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Sight & Sound,
the Bar-Kays,
Mission of Burma,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
China Crisis,
Drive Like Jehu,
Ten City,
The Black Dice,
Altered Images,
Make Up,
Flipper,
Robert Wyatt,
the Germs,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
cv313,
Agent Orange,
Alison Limerick,
Symarip,
Monolake,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Television,
Eve St. Jones,
Nirvana,
Cecil Taylor,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Ornette Coleman,
Blake Baxter,
Radiohead,
Ultimate Spinach,
Erykah Badu,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Kevin Saunderson,
U.S. Maple,
Jerry Gold Smith,
KRS-One,
Los Fastidios,
Stereo Dub,
Pierre Henry,
Technova,
Scott Walker,
Nick Fraelich,
Moebius,
Ultravox,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Procol Harum,
Chrome,
Sparks, Sparks, Sparks, Sparks.
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.