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 Laos and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Milan.
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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 The Trojans to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Quadrant. All the underground hits.
All Godley & Creme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nick Fraelich record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kango’s Stein Massive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lalo Schifrin,
The Velvet Underground,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Doobie Brothers,
Rosa Yemen,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Blackbyrds,
Spoonie Gee,
Newcleus,
MDC,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Groovy Waters,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Archie Shepp,
Donald Byrd,
Depeche Mode,
Nils Olav,
The Kinks,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Royal Trux,
Alice Coltrane,
Derrick May,
The Moleskins,
X-102,
Youth Brigade,
Colin Newman,
Chris Corsano,
X-Ray Spex,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Neil Young,
Crooked Eye,
Scion,
Soft Machine,
Big Daddy Kane,
Ultimate Spinach,
Funky Four + One,
Scan 7,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Lou Reed,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Shoche,
Brick,
Erasure,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
T.S.O.L.,
Smog,
Pharoah Sanders,
Subhumans,
Toni Rubio,
Marmalade,
Eric B and Rakim,
Television,
Clear Light,
The Shadows of Knight,
AZ,
Icehouse,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Cowsills,
Sex Pistols,
kango's stein massive,
Laurel Aitken,
The Residents,
Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu.
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.