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 Bangladesh and from Stockholm.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 rhodes 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 The Star Department to the electroclash 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 Donald Byrd. All the underground hits.
All The Moleskins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every MDC record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 a 808 and a güiro 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 arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
the Swans,
Y Pants,
Ituana,
Erykah Badu,
Soul II Soul,
FM Einheit,
Davy DMX,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Ralphi Rosario,
E-Dancer,
Section 25,
Crispian St. Peters,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
AZ,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Traffic Nightmare,
Pharoah Sanders,
Glambeats Corp.,
Accadde A,
Eric Copeland,
The Motions,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Television Personalities,
Ultra Naté,
Make Up,
Qualms,
China Crisis,
Buzzcocks,
Q65,
The Young Rascals,
Gong,
Archie Shepp,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Byron Stingily,
Malaria!,
Popol Vuh,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Television,
Pagans,
Lyres,
the Normal,
a-ha,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Franke,
Spandau Ballet,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Sparks,
The Gories,
The Grass Roots,
Fugazi,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Porter Ricks,
Main Source,
Sugar Minott,
Michelle Simonal,
Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway.
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.