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 Syria and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Gang Starr to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Deadbeat. All the underground hits.
All Jeru the Damaja tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Franke 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 harpsichord and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ash Ra Tempel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roy Ayers,
The United States of America,
Magma,
Max Romeo,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Heaven 17,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Freddie Wadling,
Cybotron,
Gang of Four,
Bobby Womack,
Oneida,
Lower 48,
cv313,
8 Eyed Spy,
Boz Scaggs,
Infiniti,
Niagra,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Gap Band,
Rosa Yemen,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Aural Exciters,
La Düsseldorf,
Y Pants,
The Grass Roots,
The Remains,
ABC,
Joensuu 1685,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Sonics,
Second Layer,
Janne Schatter,
Suicide,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Public Enemy,
Aaron Thompson,
Don Cherry,
Porter Ricks,
Lucky Dragons,
Royal Trux,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
FM Einheit,
The Fortunes,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Blossom Toes,
Newcleus,
the Human League,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Skriet,
John Foxx,
Kenny Larkin,
Kurtis Blow,
The Cramps,
Avey Tare,
The Golliwogs,
Basic Channel,
Michelle Simonal,
AZ,
Outsiders,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity.
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.