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 Micronesia and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Alice Coltrane to the funk 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 Marvin Gaye. All the underground hits.
All Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kings Of Tomorrow record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gap Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Bar-Kays,
Sam Rivers,
Mad Mike,
D'Angelo,
The Move,
Minny Pops,
Byron Stingily,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Vainqueur,
Au Pairs,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Joey Negro,
Andrew Hill,
Panda Bear,
Sandy B,
The Velvet Underground,
The Fall,
Essential Logic,
Dave Gahan,
Loose Ends,
Adolescents,
DJ Sneak,
Nils Olav,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Pere Ubu,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Pylon,
Rufus Thomas,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Alarm Clocks,
Scrapy,
Brand Nubian,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Thee Headcoats,
Marmalade,
The Sonics,
Sun City Girls,
Brass Construction,
Interpol,
UT,
Black Moon,
Khruangbin,
Soul II Soul,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Barry Ungar,
Neu!,
Brothers Johnson,
Lindisfarne,
Nik Kershaw,
Alton Ellis,
Traffic Nightmare,
World's Most,
Yusef Lateef,
Eric B and Rakim,
Ohio Players,
Agent Orange,
Mary Jane Girls,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Durutti Column,
Slave, Slave, Slave, Slave.
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.