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 Burundi and from New York.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Stockholm Monsters to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 JFA. All the underground hits.
All Bob Dylan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dennis Brown record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 a 808 and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aural Exciters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rosa Yemen,
Roger Hodgson,
Stetsasonic,
Erykah Badu,
Gabor Szabo,
Index,
Qualms,
Cal Tjader,
Donald Byrd,
Glenn Branca,
Blossom Toes,
Soul II Soul,
Marcia Griffiths,
Sandy B,
Television,
Johnny Osbourne,
MDC,
Freddie Wadling,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Scion,
The Fire Engines,
Subhumans,
Hot Snakes,
Stiv Bators,
Crispy Ambulance,
Jandek,
Desert Stars,
Laurel Aitken,
Tim Buckley,
Mission of Burma,
The Sonics,
John Coltrane,
Oblivians,
Public Image Ltd.,
F. McDonald,
The Happenings,
Dorothy Ashby,
Harry Pussy,
Boz Scaggs,
Arab on Radar,
Kas Product,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Newcleus,
the Fania All-Stars,
cv313,
Sun City Girls,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Masters at Work,
Goldenarms,
Babytalk,
Roy Ayers,
ABBA,
D'Angelo,
Bluetip,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Fear,
In Retrospect,
Agitation Free,
Pantaleimon,
The Durutti Column,
Roxette,
X-101, X-101, X-101, X-101.
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.