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 Yemen and from Toronto.
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 Portland and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 David Axelrod to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 The Walker Brothers. All the underground hits.
All Index tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every KRS-One 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Electric Prunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Human League,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Selecter,
The Mojo Men,
Ornette Coleman,
DNA,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Busters,
Drive Like Jehu,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
World's Most,
Delon & Dalcan,
Roxy Music,
Grauzone,
Audionom,
Charles Mingus,
Fear,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Index,
The Litter,
Joe Finger,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Suicide,
X-102,
The Martian,
David Bowie,
Stockholm Monsters,
Brand Nubian,
Mr. Review,
Rotary Connection,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Chrome,
Lower 48,
James White and The Blacks,
Mary Jane Girls,
Cal Tjader,
Rod Modell,
Lalo Schifrin,
The United States of America,
Franke,
Bluetip,
Chris & Cosey,
Alison Limerick,
Crispy Ambulance,
Masters at Work,
Amon Düül II,
The Black Dice,
Piero Umiliani,
Warsaw,
The Index,
Con Funk Shun,
Bootsy Collins,
The Modern Lovers,
Angry Samoans,
The Beau Brummels,
The Zeros,
In Retrospect,
Skaos,
The Monks,
Spandau Ballet,
a-ha,
Sam Rivers,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog.
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.