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 Samoa and from Tehran.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Association to the grunge 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 D'Angelo. All the underground hits.
All Grauzone tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mandrill record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 an oboe and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Peter and Kerry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Animal Collective,
LL Cool J,
The Trojans,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Litter,
DJ Style,
DJ Sneak,
The Evens,
Terrestrial Tones,
Carl Craig,
June of 44,
Tim Buckley,
Hot Snakes,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Index,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Oneida,
Livin' Joy,
Lower 48,
John Coltrane,
Arab on Radar,
World's Most,
Todd Rundgren,
Frankie Knuckles,
Von Mondo,
Alton Ellis,
The Pretty Things,
Sun City Girls,
Mars,
The Real Kids,
Hasil Adkins,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Minor Threat,
R.M.O.,
Todd Terry,
The Young Rascals,
Roxy Music,
Sällskapet,
Mantronix,
Mission of Burma,
Masters at Work,
Loose Ends,
Piero Umiliani,
Liliput,
The Smoke,
Newcleus,
Chrome,
The Angels of Light,
E-Dancer,
Little Man,
The Busters,
Bauhaus,
Pharoah Sanders,
Magma,
Letta Mbulu,
Nation of Ulysses,
Model 500,
The Index,
Sandy B,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Rhythm & Sound,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo.
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.