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 Monaco and from London.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the guitar 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 Simply Red to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Sly & The Family Stone. All the underground hits.
All Guru Guru tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Donny Hathaway 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeru the Damaja record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bluetip,
The American Breed,
Fela Kuti,
the Swans,
Charles Mingus,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Knickerbockers,
Quantec,
Qualms,
Kas Product,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Nirvana,
Basic Channel,
Oneida,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Robert Wyatt,
The Real Kids,
The Seeds,
Whodini,
Altered Images,
The Offenders,
Eden Ahbez,
Surgeon,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Ultra Naté,
The Mummies,
The Angels of Light,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Eurythmics,
Con Funk Shun,
Connie Case,
The Gun Club,
Average White Band,
The Flesh Eaters,
Glambeats Corp.,
Babytalk,
The Modern Lovers,
Desert Stars,
The Doors,
Das Ding,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
R.M.O.,
Frankie Knuckles,
A Certain Ratio,
The Fire Engines,
The Alarm Clocks,
Motorama,
Rekid,
The Cowsills,
The Walker Brothers,
Scrapy,
Ten City,
Arab on Radar,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
L. Decosne,
Max Romeo,
Wolf Eyes,
Slick Rick,
AZ,
Morten Harket,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon.
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.