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 Haiti and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 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 Bobby Byrd to the dance 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 Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo. All the underground hits.
All Dual Sessions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-Ray Spex record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s 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 Beasts of Bourbon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Procol Harum,
The Birthday Party,
The Standells,
Bluetip,
Flipper,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Angels of Light,
Jandek,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Underground Resistance,
Con Funk Shun,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Brass Construction,
Godley & Creme,
Charles Mingus,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Jimmy McGriff,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Gang Green,
Wally Richardson,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Invisible,
Infiniti,
Fugazi,
Basic Channel,
Tears for Fears,
Index,
The Zeros,
The Toasters,
Joyce Sims,
E-Dancer,
Soft Cell,
Fear,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Mars,
The Human League,
a-ha,
Kevin Saunderson,
Ronan,
Qualms,
Ronnie Foster,
Sex Pistols,
Eurythmics,
Shuggie Otis,
Fatback Band,
Toni Rubio,
D'Angelo,
Gerry Rafferty,
Juan Atkins,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
EPMD,
Barbara Tucker,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Dave Clark Five,
Tom Boy,
The Fortunes,
The Last Poets,
Trumans Water,
Funky Four + One,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Walker Brothers,
Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon.
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.