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 Italy and from Mumbai.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Curtis Mayfield to the jazz 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 Scrapy. All the underground hits.
All Harry Pussy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lebanon Hanover record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kango’s Stein Massive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DNA,
cv313,
The Knickerbockers,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Charles Mingus,
Surgeon,
DJ Sneak,
Zero Boys,
Eden Ahbez,
Vainqueur,
Franke,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
PIL,
Drive Like Jehu,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Neon Judgement,
Tres Demented,
June of 44,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Boredoms,
Rosa Yemen,
Matthew Bourne,
Dave Gahan,
Fat Boys,
Tears for Fears,
Judy Mowatt,
The Smoke,
Moby Grape,
The Pop Group,
Audionom,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Laurel Aitken,
Danielle Patucci,
Nick Fraelich,
Funkadelic,
The Moody Blues,
The Young Rascals,
Model 500,
Magma,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Buckinghams,
The Cure,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
the Bar-Kays,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Althea and Donna,
Lower 48,
Girls At Our Best!,
Crispian St. Peters,
Cheater Slicks,
the Sonics,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Eli Mardock,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Alphaville,
The Fire Engines,
The Kinks,
Alison Limerick,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Ronnie Foster,
Big Daddy Kane,
Eric Copeland,
Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz.
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.