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 Qatar and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Bootsy Collins to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five. All the underground hits.
All Scott Walker tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tropical Tobacco 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cecil Taylor record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Surgeon,
Average White Band,
Deadbeat,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Public Image Ltd.,
Oneida,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Bluetip,
Ossler,
The Alarm Clocks,
Marvin Gaye,
Scan 7,
David Axelrod,
Rites of Spring,
Reuben Wilson,
Nico,
Slave,
Q and Not U,
Idris Muhammad,
The Fuzztones,
Bootsy Collins,
Flash Fearless,
Junior Murvin,
Animal Collective,
Althea and Donna,
Dorothy Ashby,
Newcleus,
The Slackers,
LL Cool J,
Ten City,
Spoonie Gee,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Dennis Brown,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Big Daddy Kane,
Television,
Mad Mike,
Soft Cell,
Loose Ends,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Prince Buster,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Silicon Teens,
Jesper Dahlback,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Marine Girls,
Blossom Toes,
Visage,
Soul II Soul,
Blake Baxter,
Michelle Simonal,
Pharoah Sanders,
Reagan Youth,
June Days,
the Slits,
The Raincoats,
Scrapy,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Brothers Johnson,
Quando Quango,
Soul Sonic Force,
DJ Style,
Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee.
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.