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 Mozambique and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 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 Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam to the crunk 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 LL Cool J. All the underground hits.
All Althea and Donna tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Guru Guru record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Durutti Column record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Funky Four + One,
Intrusion,
Dorothy Ashby,
K-Klass,
Black Flag,
Dual Sessions,
Japan,
Gabor Szabo,
Boz Scaggs,
Joe Smooth,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Pere Ubu,
The Trojans,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Index,
Funkadelic,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Tim Buckley,
The Busters,
Chrome,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Gang Starr,
Flipper,
Roxette,
The Red Krayola,
Barbara Tucker,
Mars,
Joe Finger,
Radiopuhelimet,
Danielle Patucci,
Flash Fearless,
The Blues Magoos,
The Searchers,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Kinks,
the Slits,
Radio Birdman,
Nation of Ulysses,
Faraquet,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Aaron Thompson,
The Cramps,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Yusef Lateef,
Girls At Our Best!,
Andrew Hill,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Half Japanese,
The Standells,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Barry Ungar,
Curtis Mayfield,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Interpol,
Lyres,
Jerry's Kids,
Little Man,
The Durutti Column,
Slave, Slave, Slave, Slave.
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.