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 Chad and from Johannesburg.
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 Jakarta and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Lonnie Liston Smith to the punk 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 Pharoah Sanders. All the underground hits.
All Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Steve Hackett record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultramagnetic MC's record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
LL Cool J,
Susan Cadogan,
Pussy Galore,
Bobby Byrd,
Mantronix,
Basic Channel,
The Last Poets,
Archie Shepp,
Rekid,
Prince Buster,
FM Einheit,
Eve St. Jones,
Cymande,
The Flesh Eaters,
Gang Starr,
Marmalade,
AZ,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Offenders,
The Index,
Girls At Our Best!,
Sun Ra,
Aural Exciters,
Adolescents,
PIL,
Nation of Ulysses,
Flipper,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Lebanon Hanover,
Main Source,
The Doobie Brothers,
John Coltrane,
Jeff Lynne,
Grandmaster Flash,
Youth Brigade,
Joensuu 1685,
Second Layer,
The Toasters,
Scott Walker,
Leonard Cohen,
Magma,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Masters at Work,
Rosa Yemen,
Sound Behaviour,
Terrestrial Tones,
Television Personalities,
Thompson Twins,
Junior Murvin,
Y Pants,
The Sonics,
The Remains,
Fluxion,
The Walker Brothers,
The Five Americans,
Black Moon,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse.
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.