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 the UAE and from Mumbai.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 clarinet 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 Joe Smooth to the rock 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 Motorama. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Sherman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fear record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 808 and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Donny Hathaway record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gabor Szabo,
The Red Krayola,
Max Romeo,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Litter,
Alton Ellis,
Roxette,
Moby Grape,
Skaos,
Monolake,
Soulsonic Force,
Silicon Teens,
The Skatalites,
DJ Style,
Moss Icon,
The Dead C,
Marvin Gaye,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Maleditus Sound,
Oblivians,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Au Pairs,
Lou Christie,
The Techniques,
The Detroit Cobras,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Sällskapet,
Carl Craig,
Aswad,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Derrick May,
Kevin Saunderson,
Alphaville,
Duran Duran,
Gichy Dan,
PIL,
Suicide,
Minny Pops,
Bob Dylan,
Severed Heads,
Skarface,
Funky Four + One,
Isaac Hayes,
F. McDonald,
the Association,
Terry Callier,
Deadbeat,
Bronski Beat,
Drexciya,
T.S.O.L.,
Jawbox,
Kayak,
Tubeway Army,
Ultimate Spinach,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Idris Muhammad,
Yusef Lateef,
Lyres,
Don Cherry,
The Real Kids,
Siglo XX, Siglo XX, Siglo XX, Siglo XX.
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.