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 Tehran.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Rakim to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Patti Smith. All the underground hits.
All Letta Mbulu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Beau Brummels 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Starr record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Steve Hackett,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Camouflage,
The Associates,
48th St. Collective,
Index,
Dave Gahan,
Bobby Byrd,
Lucky Dragons,
Arcadia,
The Neon Judgement,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Marcia Griffiths,
L. Decosne,
The Gap Band,
Skriet,
Sonic Youth,
Pole,
The Residents,
The Skatalites,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
James White and The Blacks,
Kaleidoscope,
Marmalade,
Jeru the Damaja,
the Soft Cell,
Parry Music,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Jandek,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Nation of Ulysses,
Soft Cell,
The Cure,
Minny Pops,
Fugazi,
Piero Umiliani,
X-Ray Spex,
Funkadelic,
Eden Ahbez,
Jerry Gold Smith,
F. McDonald,
New York Dolls,
Grandmaster Flash,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Procol Harum,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Busters,
Wasted Youth,
Bobby Womack,
Ultimate Spinach,
MDC,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Grass Roots,
Faraquet,
The Tremeloes,
Dual Sessions,
Clear Light,
Neil Young,
DJ Style,
Ken Boothe,
Franke,
Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants.
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.