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 Guinea-Bissau and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 harpsichord 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 Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Kerrie Biddell. All the underground hits.
All Mad Mike tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fatback Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arthur Verocai record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David Axelrod,
Lyres,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Radio Birdman,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Pop Group,
Sällskapet,
Pharoah Sanders,
Byron Stingily,
Underground Resistance,
Bootsy Collins,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Offenders,
The Tremeloes,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Liliput,
Alice Coltrane,
Susan Cadogan,
Jerry's Kids,
Ludus,
The Selecter,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Piero Umiliani,
Cameo,
Leonard Cohen,
Absolute Body Control,
8 Eyed Spy,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Alphaville,
Matthew Bourne,
Sarah Menescal,
Tom Boy,
The Moody Blues,
Crispy Ambulance,
Hasil Adkins,
Symarip,
Mr. Review,
The Residents,
Public Image Ltd.,
Kayak,
D'Angelo,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Mummies,
Grandmaster Flash,
Silicon Teens,
Roxette,
The Martian,
Pierre Henry,
Dark Day,
Max Romeo,
The Five Americans,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Warren Ellis,
Echospace,
Pulsallama,
E-Dancer,
MDC,
Faust,
Livin' Joy,
Pussy Galore,
Magazine, Magazine, Magazine, Magazine.
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.