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 Slovakia and from Milan.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the güiro 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 U.S. Maple to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Oblivians. All the underground hits.
All Gerry Rafferty tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kool Moe Dee 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kool G Rap & DJ Polo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Sound,
Funky Four + One,
Tropical Tobacco,
Scott Walker,
Scrapy,
Boogie Down Productions,
Los Fastidios,
KRS-One,
The Angels of Light,
Severed Heads,
Trumans Water,
The Black Dice,
Ronan,
Outsiders,
Cecil Taylor,
The Golliwogs,
Suburban Knight,
Fatback Band,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
David Bowie,
Talk Talk,
Morten Harket,
Black Sheep,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Pylon,
Babytalk,
Deadbeat,
Dorothy Ashby,
Marcia Griffiths,
Rosa Yemen,
Shoche,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Kenny Larkin,
Symarip,
China Crisis,
Camouflage,
The Flesh Eaters,
Masters at Work,
Neil Young,
Ludus,
June of 44,
Sällskapet,
Public Enemy,
One Last Wish,
Godley & Creme,
This Heat,
Fluxion,
Fear,
Toni Rubio,
Rod Modell,
Bad Manners,
The Remains,
Lindisfarne,
Second Layer,
Alphaville,
In Retrospect,
Jeff Mills,
Jeru the Damaja,
Hasil Adkins,
The American Breed,
Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica.
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.