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 Qatar and from Bremen.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
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 Masters at Work to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft. All the underground hits.
All Oneida tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scott Walker record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a A Certain Ratio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Fania All-Stars,
Spandau Ballet,
The Real Kids,
Derrick May,
Minutemen,
Boogie Down Productions,
Funkadelic,
The Five Americans,
Altered Images,
Jesper Dahlback,
Y Pants,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Magazine,
Radiopuhelimet,
Graham Central Station,
New Order,
Malaria!,
Scan 7,
Youth Brigade,
Black Sheep,
The Seeds,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Scrapy,
Johnny Clarke,
Crispy Ambulance,
Moss Icon,
The Durutti Column,
Skarface,
Lebanon Hanover,
Leonard Cohen,
Wasted Youth,
Todd Terry,
Throbbing Gristle,
Young Marble Giants,
Ten City,
Quando Quango,
Nas,
Marine Girls,
Funky Four + One,
Prince Buster,
Anakelly,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Trojans,
Negative Approach,
Yaz,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Aswad,
Ice-T,
Maleditus Sound,
The J.B.'s,
Little Man,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Gladiators,
Popol Vuh,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Interpol,
Junior Murvin,
X-Ray Spex,
Icehouse,
Mary Jane Girls,
Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios.
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.