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 Mauritania and from Taipei.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Danielle Patucci to the techno 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 Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme. All the underground hits.
All Livin' Joy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every EPMD record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soul II Soul record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Fela Kuti,
Joyce Sims,
Absolute Body Control,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Barry Ungar,
The Dave Clark Five,
Moebius,
Moby Grape,
The Birthday Party,
Goldenarms,
Buzzcocks,
The Dirtbombs,
Joe Smooth,
Erykah Badu,
Technova,
The Fortunes,
Gastr Del Sol,
Yazoo,
The Move,
Aloha Tigers,
Unwound,
Roger Hodgson,
Ronnie Foster,
8 Eyed Spy,
Mission of Burma,
David McCallum,
The Buckinghams,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Black Dice,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Maurizio,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Babytalk,
Hoover,
Dave Gahan,
Tom Boy,
June Days,
The Gladiators,
The Moody Blues,
Intrusion,
Crooked Eye,
PIL,
Panda Bear,
Marcia Griffiths,
Junior Murvin,
Juan Atkins,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Minnie Riperton,
Lou Christie,
Ultravox,
Ituana,
Parry Music,
Joy Division,
Amon Düül,
Porter Ricks,
Mark Hollis,
UT,
Sällskapet,
Heaven 17,
David Axelrod,
Byron Stingily,
Rakim, Rakim, Rakim, Rakim.
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.