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 Samoa and from Copenhagen.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Gregory Isaacs to the disco 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 J.B.'s. All the underground hits.
All Stetsasonic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Royal Trux 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Carl Craig record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tom Boy,
Gichy Dan,
Eurythmics,
Piero Umiliani,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Fall,
Panda Bear,
John Coltrane,
Donald Byrd,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Jacques Brel,
Barrington Levy,
kango's stein massive,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Fire Engines,
Bang On A Can,
Todd Terry,
Q65,
Smog,
Robert Görl,
The New Christs,
The Black Dice,
Carl Craig,
The Pretty Things,
Gang of Four,
the Fania All-Stars,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Quantec,
Laurel Aitken,
Simply Red,
The Angels of Light,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Zapp,
Kaleidoscope,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Alarm Clocks,
Scientists,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Amon Düül,
Jeff Mills,
Monks,
Dave Gahan,
Funky Four + One,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Gabor Szabo,
Eli Mardock,
The Neon Judgement,
The Monks,
Blake Baxter,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Marc Almond,
Ornette Coleman,
Warsaw,
Slick Rick,
MC5,
KRS-One,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Sound,
Wings,
Skarface,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones.
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.