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 El Salvador and from Beijing.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the organ 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 KRS-One to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Tropical Tobacco. All the underground hits.
All Darondo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hoover record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 snare and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dorothy Ashby record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rod Modell,
Mr. Review,
Mandrill,
The Index,
Eden Ahbez,
Khruangbin,
The Count Five,
Roxy Music,
The Velvet Underground,
Slick Rick,
Bill Wells,
Boogie Down Productions,
Delon & Dalcan,
Mantronix,
Marc Almond,
Q65,
LL Cool J,
Lightning Bolt,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Josef K,
Funky Four + One,
The Martian,
Robert Wyatt,
Kurtis Blow,
The Cramps,
Index,
Smog,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Joe Finger,
Vladislav Delay,
Blancmange,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Arab on Radar,
The Happenings,
The Doobie Brothers,
R.M.O.,
Crooked Eye,
Letta Mbulu,
The Birthday Party,
Spandau Ballet,
Intrusion,
Eve St. Jones,
Laurel Aitken,
Nik Kershaw,
Bush Tetras,
Toni Rubio,
Pylon,
Pet Shop Boys,
Popol Vuh,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Nick Fraelich,
Cybotron,
Tropical Tobacco,
Crispian St. Peters,
Pulsallama,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Tomorrow,
Junior Murvin,
The Star Department,
Saccharine Trust,
Newcleus, Newcleus, Newcleus, Newcleus.
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.