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 Benin and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Lalann to the punk 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 Average White Band. All the underground hits.
All Yusef Lateef tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tim Buckley record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 a synthesizer and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sex Pistols record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric B and Rakim,
Anakelly,
Leonard Cohen,
Nation of Ulysses,
Albert Ayler,
The Stooges,
Donny Hathaway,
Thompson Twins,
DJ Style,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Nas,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Public Image Ltd.,
Glambeats Corp.,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Bobby Womack,
Amon Düül II,
These Immortal Souls,
Crooked Eye,
Gerry Rafferty,
Au Pairs,
Radiohead,
Parry Music,
Absolute Body Control,
FM Einheit,
Pantaleimon,
Yellowson,
Tom Boy,
The Tremeloes,
The Skatalites,
the Normal,
Cameo,
La Düsseldorf,
London Community Gospel Choir,
the Germs,
Glenn Branca,
June Days,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Zero Boys,
Soulsonic Force,
The Remains,
Fort Wilson Riot,
48th St. Collective,
Robert Görl,
Soul II Soul,
The Fuzztones,
The Move,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Boz Scaggs,
Sugar Minott,
Black Sheep,
Magma,
Shoche,
Fat Boys,
Erasure,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
ABC,
The Standells,
Boogie Down Productions,
Delta 5,
Flash Fearless,
Technova, Technova, Technova, Technova.
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.