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 Costa Rica and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Ohio Players to the jazz 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 Brothers Johnson. All the underground hits.
All Ultramagnetic MC's tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sound 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Make Up record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wings,
Scrapy,
The Searchers,
Joyce Sims,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Skatalites,
Arthur Verocai,
Basic Channel,
Fatback Band,
Malaria!,
Gang Starr,
T. Rex,
Delta 5,
Bob Dylan,
Tom Boy,
Lou Christie,
The Pretty Things,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Bush Tetras,
Public Image Ltd.,
Swell Maps,
Letta Mbulu,
Sly & The Family Stone,
MC5,
Outsiders,
ABBA,
Neu!,
Black Moon,
The Standells,
Deadbeat,
DJ Style,
Sight & Sound,
The Trojans,
Heaven 17,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Durutti Column,
The Star Department,
Camberwell Now,
Metal Thangz,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Alison Limerick,
Section 25,
Khruangbin,
Chris & Cosey,
Con Funk Shun,
Nas,
Arab on Radar,
Pole,
Big Daddy Kane,
Crispian St. Peters,
Boogie Down Productions,
Infiniti,
Index,
Vainqueur,
Eric B and Rakim,
Eve St. Jones,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Barracudas,
Frankie Knuckles,
Maurizio,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Vladislav Delay,
Amon Düül, Amon Düül, Amon Düül, Amon Düül.
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.