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 Rwanda and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Tehran.
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 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Davy DMX to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Junior Murvin. All the underground hits.
All Godley & Creme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Sherman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Dave Clark Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Steve Hackett,
Boz Scaggs,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Gang Starr,
Sam Rivers,
H. Thieme,
Urselle,
Theoretical Girls,
The Doors,
Gabor Szabo,
Al Stewart,
Tears for Fears,
Ultimate Spinach,
LL Cool J,
8 Eyed Spy,
Intrusion,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Roger Hodgson,
the Normal,
Oneida,
Altered Images,
Scan 7,
The Dirtbombs,
X-102,
Procol Harum,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Victims,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Bill Near,
Chris Corsano,
The Electric Prunes,
Lungfish,
Dawn Penn,
Pulsallama,
Monks,
T.S.O.L.,
Byron Stingily,
Jeru the Damaja,
KRS-One,
The Grass Roots,
The Moody Blues,
Bobby Sherman,
Zero Boys,
Groovy Waters,
The Trojans,
Pierre Henry,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Velvet Underground,
Scion,
kango's stein massive,
Tommy Roe,
Make Up,
Audionom,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Kenny Larkin,
Swell Maps,
Terry Callier,
Andrew Hill,
Derrick Morgan,
Deadbeat,
Brick,
Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz.
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.