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 Montenegro and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 F. McDonald to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Camberwell Now. All the underground hits.
All The Count Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Offenders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Delta 5,
Cameo,
The Vogues,
Groovy Waters,
the Sonics,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Judy Mowatt,
Make Up,
Gregory Isaacs,
Robert Wyatt,
Deadbeat,
Hoover,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Wake,
Ultra Naté,
Roger Hodgson,
Robert Hood,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Mummies,
The Dirtbombs,
Bad Manners,
LL Cool J,
Royal Trux,
Nation of Ulysses,
Robert Görl,
Blossom Toes,
Lungfish,
Minny Pops,
Drive Like Jehu,
Scratch Acid,
Pharoah Sanders,
Quantec,
Sandy B,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Jerry's Kids,
Eden Ahbez,
Boredoms,
Carl Craig,
Niagra,
Avey Tare,
Letta Mbulu,
Dorothy Ashby,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Newcleus,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Fortunes,
Byron Stingily,
The Seeds,
T. Rex,
Amon Düül,
Skaos,
Interpol,
Masters at Work,
Soul II Soul,
Country Teasers,
Rosa Yemen,
Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd..
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.