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 Colombia and from Spokane.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Kas Product to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 B.T. Express. All the underground hits.
All Lindisfarne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Prince Buster record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 a chamberlin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Pus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Television Personalities,
Loose Ends,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Panda Bear,
Anthony Braxton,
Roger Hodgson,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Soft Cell,
Magma,
the Bar-Kays,
Gang Starr,
Soul Sonic Force,
Lalo Schifrin,
Gregory Isaacs,
Glenn Branca,
Clear Light,
The Fugs,
Ultravox,
Cal Tjader,
Vladislav Delay,
Das Ding,
Jimmy McGriff,
10cc,
The Evens,
Yazoo,
Arcadia,
Johnny Osbourne,
This Heat,
Echospace,
Freddie Wadling,
Alphaville,
The Saints,
The Gun Club,
Terry Callier,
Newcleus,
Bobby Byrd,
Dark Day,
Gerry Rafferty,
Jerry's Kids,
Aswad,
Blake Baxter,
The Mummies,
The Raincoats,
U.S. Maple,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Misunderstood,
Simply Red,
Peter & Gordon,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Kurtis Blow,
Monolake,
The Five Americans,
Nirvana,
The Tremeloes,
L. Decosne,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Technova,
Fatback Band,
K-Klass,
Marvin Gaye,
Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey.
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.