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 Guyana and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the oboe 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 Half Japanese to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Wasted Youth. All the underground hits.
All 10cc tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter and Kerry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kool Moe Dee record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oneida,
Big Daddy Kane,
Masters at Work,
Beasts of Bourbon,
La Düsseldorf,
Robert Görl,
Television Personalities,
Cal Tjader,
T.S.O.L.,
The Young Rascals,
Shoche,
Gichy Dan,
Maurizio,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
X-102,
Boz Scaggs,
Freddie Wadling,
B.T. Express,
The Flesh Eaters,
Cheater Slicks,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Aloha Tigers,
Ohio Players,
Derrick May,
The Fugs,
Susan Cadogan,
Mandrill,
Jimmy McGriff,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Iggy Pop,
John Foxx,
Janne Schatter,
The Index,
Chris Corsano,
Agent Orange,
Yaz,
The Shadows of Knight,
Crash Course in Science,
Godley & Creme,
Marmalade,
Mark Hollis,
Anakelly,
The Alarm Clocks,
Guru Guru,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Pet Shop Boys,
Jeff Mills,
Eric Dolphy,
Grandmaster Flash,
Rites of Spring,
Crime,
Archie Shepp,
Q and Not U,
Lebanon Hanover,
Barry Ungar,
Alice Coltrane,
Dorothy Ashby,
Procol Harum,
Todd Terry,
The New Christs,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies.
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.