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 Cyprus and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 La Düsseldorf to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Simply Red. All the underground hits.
All CMW tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The United States of America record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 an organ and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eric Dolphy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brothers Johnson,
Donny Hathaway,
Grauzone,
Electric Prunes,
Goldenarms,
Roxette,
the Slits,
The Busters,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Yazoo,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Adolescents,
Cheater Slicks,
World's Most,
Bob Dylan,
Ponytail,
Ohio Players,
E-Dancer,
The Walker Brothers,
Laurel Aitken,
Qualms,
Mars,
Connie Case,
The Doors,
Pussy Galore,
Symarip,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Arab on Radar,
Ornette Coleman,
The Mojo Men,
Drexciya,
Nation of Ulysses,
Minny Pops,
The Cosmic Jokers,
the Fania All-Stars,
Spandau Ballet,
The Star Department,
Throbbing Gristle,
Pantaleimon,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Rod Modell,
Howard Jones,
Joe Finger,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Gregory Isaacs,
Underground Resistance,
Dennis Brown,
The Seeds,
Stetsasonic,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Soulsonic Force,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Cymande,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Circle Jerks,
Pierre Henry,
Soul II Soul,
Faraquet,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Camouflage,
Organ,
Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade.
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.