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 Kosovo and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 harpsichord 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 Mandrill to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Searchers. All the underground hits.
All Second Layer tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roy Ayers Ubiquity record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 clarinet and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lucky Dragons record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yellowson,
Man Eating Sloth,
Kool Moe Dee,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Donny Hathaway,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Happenings,
Josef K,
The Five Americans,
JFA,
The New Christs,
Roxette,
the Normal,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Rotary Connection,
The Sonics,
Sun Ra,
Danielle Patucci,
The Fire Engines,
Ponytail,
Chrome,
Eden Ahbez,
The Litter,
Lou Reed,
Letta Mbulu,
the Germs,
Glenn Branca,
Sun City Girls,
The Neon Judgement,
John Lydon,
Magma,
Iggy Pop,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Scion,
The Vogues,
Kaleidoscope,
Blossom Toes,
Saccharine Trust,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Kerri Chandler,
Bush Tetras,
The Durutti Column,
Liliput,
Donald Byrd,
Marvin Gaye,
The Sound,
Gregory Isaacs,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Barclay James Harvest,
Marmalade,
Excepter,
Girls At Our Best!,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Sam Rivers,
Animal Collective,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Evens,
Trumans Water,
Jacques Brel,
Altered Images,
The Invisible,
Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson.
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.