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 Indonesia and from Bremen.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 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 Fatback Band to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 a-ha. All the underground hits.
All Susan Cadogan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Suburban Knight 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Q65 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ralphi Rosario,
L. Decosne,
Public Image Ltd.,
John Holt,
Glambeats Corp.,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Danielle Patucci,
The Velvet Underground,
Marmalade,
Basic Channel,
The Slackers,
Bobby Sherman,
Heaven 17,
Lungfish,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Sound,
Gang Gang Dance,
Alton Ellis,
cv313,
Ken Boothe,
The Motions,
kango's stein massive,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Grass Roots,
The Doors,
David McCallum,
Pharoah Sanders,
Suicide,
Scrapy,
Byron Stingily,
Rosa Yemen,
DJ Sneak,
World's Most,
Clear Light,
Newcleus,
Jacques Brel,
Hashim,
Faust,
Black Moon,
Stereo Dub,
Tim Buckley,
Infiniti,
The Human League,
The Neon Judgement,
Gastr Del Sol,
Joe Finger,
Todd Rundgren,
Kerrie Biddell,
These Immortal Souls,
Fort Wilson Riot,
D'Angelo,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Trojans,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
10cc,
Sarah Menescal,
John Coltrane,
Aloha Tigers,
Terry Callier,
Man Eating Sloth,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain.
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.