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 Madagascar and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
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 Theoretical Girls to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Brand Nubian. All the underground hits.
All The Red Krayola tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Guru Guru 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Misunderstood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Audionom,
Don Cherry,
Alton Ellis,
The Names,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Fall,
Masters at Work,
Vainqueur,
Sparks,
Blossom Toes,
Ten City,
Gerry Rafferty,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Arthur Verocai,
The Mojo Men,
Minor Threat,
Gong,
the Bar-Kays,
Laurel Aitken,
Shoche,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Sun City Girls,
Radiopuhelimet,
John Cale,
Ohio Players,
Eric Copeland,
Derrick Morgan,
Brick,
Trumans Water,
Sixth Finger,
The Stooges,
The Star Department,
Ken Boothe,
Matthew Bourne,
the Normal,
E-Dancer,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Technova,
Vladislav Delay,
Duran Duran,
Youth Brigade,
A Certain Ratio,
Charles Mingus,
Rufus Thomas,
Severed Heads,
Joe Finger,
Royal Trux,
Accadde A,
the Association,
Camberwell Now,
The Music Machine,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Danielle Patucci,
Television,
UT,
The Doors,
Boz Scaggs,
OOIOO,
Godley & Creme,
Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez.
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.