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 Malaysia and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 mellotron 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 Derrick Morgan to the techno 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 Eric B and Rakim. All the underground hits.
All Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joey Negro record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Busters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Litter,
Jawbox,
Alton Ellis,
Simply Red,
Sight & Sound,
Lucky Dragons,
CMW,
Funkadelic,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Smoke,
Chrome,
Pussy Galore,
Marshall Jefferson,
Delta 5,
Barclay James Harvest,
Fear,
The Golliwogs,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Trojans,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Grandmaster Flash,
Motorama,
Connie Case,
Can,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Blossom Toes,
Sonny Sharrock,
Bob Dylan,
Lungfish,
Black Sheep,
T.S.O.L.,
The Saints,
Bill Wells,
Rites of Spring,
The Standells,
Man Parrish,
Jeff Mills,
Model 500,
Susan Cadogan,
D'Angelo,
Masters at Work,
The Motions,
Fluxion,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Wings,
Lou Reed,
Sister Nancy,
Neu!,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Johnny Osbourne,
Mark Hollis,
Roy Ayers,
Matthew Bourne,
Laurel Aitken,
Swell Maps,
Skaos,
Matthew Halsall,
Gang Gang Dance,
Royal Trux, Royal Trux, Royal Trux, Royal Trux.
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.