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 United States 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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 De La Soul & Jungle Brothers to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Country Joe & The Fish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stereo Dub 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 sitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Depeche Mode record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
David McCallum,
Fear,
Minny Pops,
Ornette Coleman,
Subhumans,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Judy Mowatt,
Jacob Miller,
Carl Craig,
Sugar Minott,
Monks,
The Beau Brummels,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Agent Orange,
Kevin Saunderson,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Monochrome Set,
FM Einheit,
Ohio Players,
Hashim,
ABC,
Gastr Del Sol,
Flash Fearless,
Camouflage,
Niagra,
Gerry Rafferty,
Mad Mike,
Aural Exciters,
Dual Sessions,
The Pretty Things,
Letta Mbulu,
Porter Ricks,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Dark Day,
The Smoke,
Alphaville,
The Durutti Column,
Pet Shop Boys,
Stockholm Monsters,
Bad Manners,
Pagans,
Scott Walker,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Gun Club,
T. Rex,
Talk Talk,
Marcia Griffiths,
Simply Red,
Nirvana,
Radio Birdman,
Scrapy,
Youth Brigade,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Malaria!,
8 Eyed Spy,
Radiopuhelimet,
Interpol,
Max Romeo,
Faust,
Beasts of Bourbon,
These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls.
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.