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 Finland and from Beijing.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 harpsichord 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 Ultimate Spinach to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 A Certain Ratio. All the underground hits.
All The Detroit Cobras tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Franke 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-102 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
D'Angelo,
Maurizio,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Derrick May,
Neu!,
Index,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Vladislav Delay,
Big Daddy Kane,
MDC,
K-Klass,
David McCallum,
Ice-T,
Slick Rick,
Agent Orange,
Yazoo,
Ultravox,
Nas,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Dave Clark Five,
Scientists,
Arcadia,
Barry Ungar,
Joe Smooth,
Pere Ubu,
Moebius,
Rakim,
Goldenarms,
F. McDonald,
New York Dolls,
Gang Gang Dance,
Wally Richardson,
Ralphi Rosario,
Aural Exciters,
The Sound,
Peter and Kerry,
Radio Birdman,
The American Breed,
Kenny Larkin,
Arthur Verocai,
Ponytail,
Prince Buster,
Minny Pops,
The Dead C,
The Cramps,
KRS-One,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Stereo Dub,
Ituana,
Cal Tjader,
Parry Music,
Danielle Patucci,
John Lydon,
Sam Rivers,
OOIOO,
Sällskapet,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson.
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.