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 Tunisia and from Taipei.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Althea and Donna to the disco 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 Pulsallama. All the underground hits.
All The Motions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 48th St. Collective record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 spring reverb and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Trumans Water record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Reuben Wilson,
Glambeats Corp.,
Negative Approach,
Whodini,
Sun Ra,
Porter Ricks,
Max Romeo,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Judy Mowatt,
The Last Poets,
The Blues Magoos,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Aaron Thompson,
Skriet,
Surgeon,
James White and The Blacks,
Stetsasonic,
Rufus Thomas,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Traffic Nightmare,
Cameo,
The Move,
Eddi Front,
Sixth Finger,
Grandmaster Flash,
Procol Harum,
Gregory Isaacs,
Jeff Mills,
Ultravox,
David McCallum,
The Remains,
Brick,
Magazine,
Interpol,
Simply Red,
Davy DMX,
Main Source,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Dave Clark Five,
Ornette Coleman,
Popol Vuh,
Mr. Review,
Ponytail,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
a-ha,
Franke,
The Cure,
Faraquet,
Eric B and Rakim,
Dave Gahan,
The Beau Brummels,
Funkadelic,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Gong,
Roy Ayers,
Babytalk,
Mantronix,
Sight & Sound,
Eric Copeland,
Television Personalities,
Q65, Q65, Q65, Q65.
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.