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 Kiribati and from Lyon.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
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 Lungfish to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Harmonia. All the underground hits.
All The Techniques tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Guru Guru record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David Axelrod record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DJ Sneak,
The Doobie Brothers,
Fear,
Althea and Donna,
Q65,
Moby Grape,
The Motions,
Graham Central Station,
The Blues Magoos,
Black Bananas,
The Martian,
Suicide,
Harpers Bizarre,
Audionom,
Lou Reed,
The Grass Roots,
Scion,
Ossler,
The Blackbyrds,
Gong,
New Order,
Big Daddy Kane,
Unrelated Segments,
Gabor Szabo,
Pantytec,
The Skatalites,
David Axelrod,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Last Poets,
The Real Kids,
AZ,
Charles Mingus,
Bauhaus,
Wings,
Gil Scott Heron,
Qualms,
John Lydon,
Warren Ellis,
Symarip,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Robert Wyatt,
Rapeman,
Wally Richardson,
Matthew Bourne,
Gichy Dan,
Ice-T,
Terry Callier,
Livin' Joy,
The Toasters,
Television,
The Buckinghams,
K-Klass,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Radiopuhelimet,
Soft Cell,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Lyres,
Gang of Four,
Clear Light,
Pantaleimon,
One Last Wish,
The Barracudas,
Fatback Band, Fatback Band, Fatback Band, Fatback Band.
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.