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 Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 marimba 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 De La Soul & Jungle Brothers to the jazz 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 Motorama. All the underground hits.
All Skriet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every U.S. Maple record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 guitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Procol Harum record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Das Ding,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Avey Tare,
Carl Craig,
Gabor Szabo,
The Stooges,
Bill Wells,
John Cale,
The Grass Roots,
Lebanon Hanover,
Jandek,
the Sonics,
Nirvana,
The Happenings,
Kool Moe Dee,
Ponytail,
the Association,
Marmalade,
Ten City,
Janne Schatter,
The Red Krayola,
Stetsasonic,
Nico,
F. McDonald,
Matthew Bourne,
The Evens,
Roy Ayers,
Pussy Galore,
The Golliwogs,
Excepter,
Archie Shepp,
The Sonics,
K-Klass,
Big Daddy Kane,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Masters at Work,
Dual Sessions,
Ultimate Spinach,
Shoche,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Soulsonic Force,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Camouflage,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Metal Thangz,
Don Cherry,
the Human League,
Japan,
Ossler,
Agent Orange,
Cymande,
The Smoke,
The Detroit Cobras,
Gang Green,
Jimmy McGriff,
CMW,
Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy.
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.