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 Korea North and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 güiro 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 Fat Boys to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Wally Richardson. All the underground hits.
All Fat Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Unrelated Segments 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roy Ayers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Shadows of Knight,
A Certain Ratio,
Mantronix,
Fela Kuti,
Q and Not U,
Bob Dylan,
Tommy Roe,
Echospace,
Bronski Beat,
The Grass Roots,
The Smoke,
F. McDonald,
EPMD,
Lower 48,
R.M.O.,
Bush Tetras,
Sonic Youth,
Stetsasonic,
Delta 5,
Brick,
Lalann,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Matthew Bourne,
Metal Thangz,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Neil Young,
Pylon,
Peter and Kerry,
Smog,
Johnny Osbourne,
Easy Going,
Jeru the Damaja,
Negative Approach,
Country Teasers,
Pantaleimon,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Brothers Johnson,
Gang of Four,
The Cramps,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Warsaw,
Chris Corsano,
David Bowie,
ABC,
Lyres,
the Soft Cell,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Seeds,
The Saints,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Black Bananas,
48th St. Collective,
Eric Dolphy,
Sixth Finger,
Joey Negro,
Robert Hood,
Gong,
the Germs,
Amazonics,
Derrick May,
Crooked Eye,
Ponytail,
Alphaville, Alphaville, Alphaville, Alphaville.
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.