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 Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Minnie Riperton to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Judy Mowatt. All the underground hits.
All Groovy Waters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Stooges 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Steve Hackett,
Jimmy McGriff,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Quando Quango,
Negative Approach,
Pantytec,
Funky Four + One,
Dual Sessions,
Robert Hood,
Organ,
Stiv Bators,
The Monks,
Wally Richardson,
The Velvet Underground,
Schoolly D,
Amazonics,
Oneida,
This Heat,
Brand Nubian,
Archie Shepp,
Unrelated Segments,
Skriet,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Martian,
Ituana,
Pierre Henry,
Brass Construction,
Rapeman,
The Trojans,
Urselle,
The Zeros,
Scratch Acid,
The Misunderstood,
Make Up,
Minny Pops,
Saccharine Trust,
Nirvana,
Agent Orange,
Popol Vuh,
New Age Steppers,
Eddi Front,
Theoretical Girls,
Animal Collective,
Malaria!,
Lyres,
Shuggie Otis,
Masters at Work,
The Sonics,
Scientists,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Flamin' Groovies,
Funkadelic,
Mantronix,
The Fugs,
The Monochrome Set,
Loose Ends,
David Bowie,
Susan Cadogan,
The Fall,
Lee Hazlewood,
Niagra,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson.
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.