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 Jordan and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 theremin 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 Second Layer to the grime 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 Johnny Clarke. All the underground hits.
All Scan 7 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Vogues record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jerry Gold Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Laurel Aitken,
DNA,
Amazonics,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Searchers,
Hashim,
Idris Muhammad,
Barbara Tucker,
Quantec,
Depeche Mode,
Erasure,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Jesper Dahlback,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
JFA,
Drive Like Jehu,
B.T. Express,
Scan 7,
Chris & Cosey,
Traffic Nightmare,
Don Cherry,
Robert Görl,
The Smoke,
The Misunderstood,
Neil Young,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Music Machine,
Black Flag,
Intrusion,
the Fania All-Stars,
Donald Byrd,
Dorothy Ashby,
Jeff Lynne,
The Grass Roots,
Darondo,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Mo-Dettes,
Eli Mardock,
This Heat,
Malaria!,
Gichy Dan,
Henry Cow,
The Fire Engines,
Charles Mingus,
The Doors,
Rufus Thomas,
Easy Going,
ABBA,
DJ Style,
The Remains,
Blake Baxter,
Jandek,
the Normal,
Radio Birdman,
The Detroit Cobras,
Jerry's Kids,
CMW,
Boz Scaggs,
Terrestrial Tones,
Bizarre Inc.,
Bobby Byrd,
Gang Starr,
Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!.
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.