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 Sweden and from Hong Kong.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 808 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 Con Funk Shun to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Drive Like Jehu. All the underground hits.
All The Grass Roots tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amon Düül 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kevin Saunderson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
June of 44,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
EPMD,
T. Rex,
Marvin Gaye,
Ossler,
Eddi Front,
The Gun Club,
Marine Girls,
Zero Boys,
Q and Not U,
Fugazi,
JFA,
Sight & Sound,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Divine Comedy,
The Litter,
Grandmaster Flash,
Simply Red,
The Seeds,
The Neon Judgement,
Robert Görl,
The Associates,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Q65,
Terry Callier,
Gang Gang Dance,
Joensuu 1685,
John Coltrane,
Crash Course in Science,
X-101,
The Misunderstood,
Thee Headcoats,
Supertramp,
the Association,
Jeff Lynne,
Unwound,
Slave,
Moss Icon,
Scan 7,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Von Mondo,
Depeche Mode,
Negative Approach,
Gichy Dan,
Rod Modell,
The Busters,
Dark Day,
Swans,
Delon & Dalcan,
Amon Düül,
The Tremeloes,
Cheater Slicks,
Al Stewart,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Susan Cadogan,
Mr. Review,
The Cramps,
Inner City,
Tubeway Army,
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You don't know what you really want.
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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.