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 Singapore and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 chamberlin 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 Sugar Minott to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Funkadelic. All the underground hits.
All Gong tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter and Kerry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s 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 Japan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mars,
Aloha Tigers,
Jeru the Damaja,
ABC,
The Fortunes,
Underground Resistance,
James White and The Blacks,
Von Mondo,
Bang On A Can,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Fuzztones,
Jawbox,
Tommy Roe,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Judy Mowatt,
Smog,
Easy Going,
Iggy Pop,
The Star Department,
The Sound,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Animal Collective,
The Offenders,
Technova,
Suburban Knight,
Zapp,
Gastr Del Sol,
Johnny Clarke,
Kurtis Blow,
Grey Daturas,
Nils Olav,
Fatback Band,
Mr. Review,
Porter Ricks,
Liliput,
Malaria!,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Franke,
Cecil Taylor,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
OOIOO,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Erykah Badu,
Ponytail,
Bizarre Inc.,
Index,
Moss Icon,
Blossom Toes,
Arcadia,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Martian,
Kevin Saunderson,
Barbara Tucker,
The Victims,
Moby Grape,
E-Dancer,
the Sonics,
Mission of Burma,
The Neon Judgement,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Au Pairs,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Human League, The Human League, The Human League, The Human League.
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.