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 Equatorial Guinea and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Beijing.
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 rhodes 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 John Coltrane to the dance 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 Scratch Acid. All the underground hits.
All The Monks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Index 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Public Enemy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
CMW,
Judy Mowatt,
Deakin,
Ken Boothe,
Rod Modell,
Ultravox,
Malaria!,
The Sonics,
Black Moon,
Essential Logic,
Soulsonic Force,
the Bar-Kays,
Q and Not U,
Average White Band,
Andrew Hill,
Trumans Water,
Cluster,
Nirvana,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Eric B and Rakim,
Faust,
Hashim,
Spandau Ballet,
Althea and Donna,
Idris Muhammad,
Boogie Down Productions,
Japan,
Arcadia,
the Germs,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Bluetip,
Hoover,
The Zeros,
Urselle,
John Coltrane,
Joensuu 1685,
Blossom Toes,
Flash Fearless,
Goldenarms,
The Fugs,
MC5,
Lungfish,
The Skatalites,
Matthew Halsall,
Pierre Henry,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Slits,
Terry Callier,
Lindisfarne,
Godley & Creme,
Crispian St. Peters,
Isaac Hayes,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Seeds,
the Association,
Neil Young,
Joe Finger,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Alphaville,
Crash Course in Science,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam, Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam, Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam, Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam.
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.