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 Palau and from Toronto.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 The Buckinghams to the jazz 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 Derrick Morgan. All the underground hits.
All World's Most tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crispian St. Peters 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cybotron 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?
The Doobie Brothers,
Flipper,
Chrome,
Lightning Bolt,
Desert Stars,
The Evens,
Archie Shepp,
Delta 5,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Tom Boy,
Alton Ellis,
The Fire Engines,
Prince Buster,
The Saints,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Red Krayola,
D'Angelo,
Gabor Szabo,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Moody Blues,
Minutemen,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Peter and Kerry,
Eddi Front,
Kool Moe Dee,
Duran Duran,
Surgeon,
Sun Ra,
AZ,
Urselle,
China Crisis,
Brothers Johnson,
the Swans,
Arthur Verocai,
Skriet,
Babytalk,
Amon Düül,
The Fuzztones,
Gang Green,
Basic Channel,
The Grass Roots,
The Victims,
Underground Resistance,
Sight & Sound,
The Detroit Cobras,
Todd Terry,
Quadrant,
Icehouse,
Danielle Patucci,
Gerry Rafferty,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Zapp,
Eric B and Rakim,
Rhythm & Sound,
Warsaw,
Jeru the Damaja,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Harry Pussy,
Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc..
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.