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 Tanzania and from Madrid.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 The Techniques to the crunk 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 Main Source. All the underground hits.
All Nico tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joe Finger 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nas,
The Smiths,
Black Moon,
Nik Kershaw,
Sällskapet,
Organ,
Arcadia,
The Zeros,
Soul Sonic Force,
Junior Murvin,
Chris Corsano,
Ituana,
kango's stein massive,
Ash Ra Tempel,
AZ,
Skaos,
Rufus Thomas,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Kerrie Biddell,
Nico,
The Techniques,
This Heat,
Suburban Knight,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Alton Ellis,
Lou Christie,
Jeff Lynne,
Q and Not U,
Darondo,
Jacob Miller,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Sound,
Fluxion,
the Sonics,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Roy Ayers,
The Victims,
Technova,
Minutemen,
Parry Music,
Yaz,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Thompson Twins,
The Black Dice,
Symarip,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Davy DMX,
Mars,
Ralphi Rosario,
Big Daddy Kane,
New York Dolls,
Carl Craig,
Pantytec,
The Fire Engines,
Qualms,
Bobby Sherman,
The Index,
Pharoah Sanders,
B.T. Express,
Kayak,
a-ha, a-ha, a-ha, a-ha.
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.