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 Barbados and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 snare 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 Cal Tjader to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Blancmange. All the underground hits.
All L. Decosne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roxette record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alice Coltrane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun City Girls,
The Knickerbockers,
The Buckinghams,
The Leaves,
Public Enemy,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Lindisfarne,
Black Pus,
Eve St. Jones,
Lee Hazlewood,
Traffic Nightmare,
Soul II Soul,
LL Cool J,
Cameo,
Circle Jerks,
The Alarm Clocks,
Excepter,
New Age Steppers,
Technova,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Girls At Our Best!,
Nirvana,
Mark Hollis,
The Music Machine,
Camouflage,
Dark Day,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Yaz,
Goldenarms,
Cymande,
Yazoo,
The Misunderstood,
Bobby Byrd,
Massinfluence,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Sex Pistols,
Vladislav Delay,
Robert Hood,
The Tremeloes,
The Dave Clark Five,
Supertramp,
a-ha,
Charles Mingus,
Urselle,
Panda Bear,
Sight & Sound,
The Fuzztones,
Hashim,
Peter & Gordon,
Pere Ubu,
Brass Construction,
Pharoah Sanders,
Q and Not U,
Kevin Saunderson,
Mandrill,
Yellowson,
Hardrive,
Drexciya,
Sister Nancy,
Eric Dolphy,
Tom Boy,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor.
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.