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 Barbados and from Lille.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the güiro 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 Jesper Dahlbäck to the techno 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 the Bar-Kays. All the underground hits.
All Q and Not U tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Remains record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Association record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soul II Soul,
Funky Four + One,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Sam Rivers,
Half Japanese,
Ash Ra Tempel,
DJ Style,
Connie Case,
John Lydon,
Aaron Thompson,
Marine Girls,
The Evens,
Niagra,
Wings,
Dual Sessions,
Heaven 17,
The Slackers,
Robert Hood,
Average White Band,
Alice Coltrane,
Scientists,
Ken Boothe,
Scratch Acid,
X-Ray Spex,
Todd Terry,
Soulsonic Force,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Red Krayola,
Qualms,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Minutemen,
The Wake,
Grauzone,
Curtis Mayfield,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
New York Dolls,
Silicon Teens,
The Angels of Light,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Victims,
Excepter,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Crime,
Theoretical Girls,
Interpol,
Main Source,
Letta Mbulu,
Eric B and Rakim,
Scrapy,
Essential Logic,
Alphaville,
Isaac Hayes,
The Skatalites,
Boogie Down Productions,
Ultravox,
The Walker Brothers,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Agitation Free,
Surgeon,
Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras.
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.