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 Liberia and from Salvador.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Marvin Gaye to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 The Selecter. All the underground hits.
All Sun Ra Arkestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Model 500 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Toni Rubio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Coltrane,
Oneida,
the Soft Cell,
Con Funk Shun,
Steve Hackett,
the Association,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Index,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Stooges,
John Lydon,
Mission of Burma,
Grandmaster Flash,
Drive Like Jehu,
Malaria!,
Agitation Free,
Peter & Gordon,
Bill Near,
Alice Coltrane,
Mary Jane Girls,
Throbbing Gristle,
Althea and Donna,
James White and The Blacks,
Matthew Bourne,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Sight & Sound,
Franke,
kango's stein massive,
The Dave Clark Five,
Minny Pops,
Andrew Hill,
H. Thieme,
The Selecter,
OOIOO,
Man Eating Sloth,
Model 500,
Faust,
L. Decosne,
Connie Case,
Sly & The Family Stone,
This Heat,
Das Ding,
Grey Daturas,
Toni Rubio,
the Bar-Kays,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Searchers,
Dual Sessions,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
David McCallum,
Siglo XX,
Nick Fraelich,
Pagans,
Aaron Thompson,
Ice-T,
Black Sheep,
Sugar Minott,
Nirvana,
Adolescents,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Barbara Tucker,
Kayak,
Ossler, Ossler, Ossler, Ossler.
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.