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 Azerbaijan and from New York.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the marimba 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 Lakeside to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Rakim. All the underground hits.
All Sad Lovers and Giants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amazonics record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 chamberlin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Franke record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skriet,
Deakin,
Juan Atkins,
Eve St. Jones,
the Sonics,
Barrington Levy,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Arthur Verocai,
Bobby Sherman,
Wings,
Funky Four + One,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
KRS-One,
Drive Like Jehu,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Kinks,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Moleskins,
Arab on Radar,
Scan 7,
Japan,
Jeru the Damaja,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Aaron Thompson,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Echospace,
Unrelated Segments,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Girls At Our Best!,
Supertramp,
Maurizio,
Nik Kershaw,
Reuben Wilson,
Funkadelic,
Marine Girls,
the Normal,
Mo-Dettes,
Bootsy Collins,
Joensuu 1685,
Fad Gadget,
The Moody Blues,
The Red Krayola,
Public Enemy,
X-101,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Detroit Cobras,
Swell Maps,
Todd Rundgren,
Smog,
Rosa Yemen,
ABBA,
Davy DMX,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Michelle Simonal,
The Shadows of Knight,
The American Breed,
The Divine Comedy,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
DJ Style, DJ Style, DJ Style, DJ Style.
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.