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 Kenya and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Hong Kong.
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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Nirvana. All the underground hits.
All The Busters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Girls At Our Best! 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neil Young & Crazy Horse record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stockholm Monsters,
The Tremeloes,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Star Department,
Ponytail,
Crime,
LL Cool J,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Joyce Sims,
Howard Jones,
Steve Hackett,
Mandrill,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Blake Baxter,
Section 25,
Barbara Tucker,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Joy Division,
Soulsonic Force,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Dual Sessions,
Harpers Bizarre,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Inner City,
Siglo XX,
The Moleskins,
AZ,
Motorama,
Mars,
The Selecter,
F. McDonald,
The Blues Magoos,
Lucky Dragons,
Rod Modell,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
X-101,
Kas Product,
The Remains,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
DJ Sneak,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Fatback Band,
Gil Scott Heron,
Das Ding,
Drive Like Jehu,
Charles Mingus,
the Bar-Kays,
Camberwell Now,
The Flesh Eaters,
Tubeway Army,
Carl Craig,
Peter and Kerry,
Thee Headcoats,
Soul II Soul,
Groovy Waters,
Lungfish,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Ornette Coleman,
Judy Mowatt,
The Walker Brothers,
The Skatalites, The Skatalites, The Skatalites, The Skatalites.
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.