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 Canada and from Seoul.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 rhodes 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 Simply Red to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Hashim. All the underground hits.
All Outsiders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Monolake record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 marimba and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fugs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum 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?
Dead Boys,
Soft Cell,
Malaria!,
Deepchord,
Cameo,
The Divine Comedy,
The Evens,
Man Eating Sloth,
Minnie Riperton,
Traffic Nightmare,
Graham Central Station,
Tommy Roe,
the Bar-Kays,
Ice-T,
Warren Ellis,
Nirvana,
Porter Ricks,
Rhythm & Sound,
F. McDonald,
The Monks,
U.S. Maple,
Crooked Eye,
Throbbing Gristle,
Oneida,
Dual Sessions,
Fela Kuti,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Mandrill,
Los Fastidios,
Scion,
Soulsonic Force,
Delta 5,
Siglo XX,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Sixth Finger,
Charles Mingus,
Gastr Del Sol,
Drexciya,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Rakim,
Wings,
Cecil Taylor,
Godley & Creme,
Lalann,
Gong,
The Names,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Associates,
The Flesh Eaters,
K-Klass,
The Modern Lovers,
The Victims,
Eric Dolphy,
ABBA,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Royal Trux,
Maurizio,
The Fortunes,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
the Normal,
Faust,
Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock.
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.