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 Australia and from Philadelphia.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 marimba 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 Brothers Johnson to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Robert Görl. All the underground hits.
All The Alarm Clocks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bad Manners 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stereo Dub record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jawbox,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Avey Tare,
Funkadelic,
Ralphi Rosario,
Au Pairs,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Visage,
Nico,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Essential Logic,
Todd Terry,
Malaria!,
The Flesh Eaters,
Tim Buckley,
Khruangbin,
Crash Course in Science,
Blossom Toes,
In Retrospect,
the Association,
CMW,
The Modern Lovers,
Henry Cow,
Peter & Gordon,
Desert Stars,
Nas,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Kerri Chandler,
The Moody Blues,
Lungfish,
The Grass Roots,
The Knickerbockers,
Suicide,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Iggy Pop,
Newcleus,
ABBA,
Livin' Joy,
Harry Pussy,
Little Man,
Gong,
Arthur Verocai,
Arcadia,
AZ,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Liliput,
UT,
48th St. Collective,
Alphaville,
The Dead C,
Janne Schatter,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Fela Kuti,
Robert Hood,
Thee Headcoats,
Dual Sessions,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Infiniti,
The Zeros,
Lakeside,
The Happenings,
Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith.
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.