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 Sri Lanka and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 marimba 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 Nas to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Scion. All the underground hits.
All Kayak tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crime 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New Age Steppers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Man Eating Sloth,
Amon Düül II,
The Smiths,
Desert Stars,
Dennis Brown,
Ultra Naté,
Altered Images,
Sexual Harrassment,
Minnie Riperton,
Lou Christie,
Maleditus Sound,
Inner City,
The Litter,
Yellowson,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
X-Ray Spex,
Eli Mardock,
Sällskapet,
Man Parrish,
Buzzcocks,
Warren Ellis,
Slick Rick,
Grey Daturas,
Cheater Slicks,
The Beau Brummels,
Circle Jerks,
Absolute Body Control,
Henry Cow,
Darondo,
The Monks,
Bang On A Can,
Althea and Donna,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Piero Umiliani,
Suburban Knight,
Wire,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Bluetip,
Dead Boys,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
JFA,
a-ha,
Eden Ahbez,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
D'Angelo,
Sandy B,
Albert Ayler,
Goldenarms,
Sarah Menescal,
Alton Ellis,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Fuzztones,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Knickerbockers,
Bob Dylan,
Moebius,
Ultravox,
Black Moon,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
10cc,
ABC,
Outsiders, Outsiders, Outsiders, Outsiders.
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.