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 Montenegro and from Paris.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 China Crisis to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Prince Buster. All the underground hits.
All John Holt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Todd Terry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sugar Minott record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Darondo,
Leonard Cohen,
Agitation Free,
The Angels of Light,
Sun Ra,
La Düsseldorf,
Ice-T,
Cameo,
R.M.O.,
EPMD,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Andrew Hill,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
David Axelrod,
Spandau Ballet,
Marcia Griffiths,
Minny Pops,
Max Romeo,
The Star Department,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Kas Product,
Camberwell Now,
Anthony Braxton,
John Holt,
X-101,
Joe Finger,
The Real Kids,
Yaz,
Thee Headcoats,
Sällskapet,
Rufus Thomas,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Slits,
The Offenders,
The Monochrome Set,
Toni Rubio,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Jacob Miller,
Von Mondo,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Young Rascals,
The Sound,
Con Funk Shun,
Sonic Youth,
Marmalade,
CMW,
The United States of America,
The Count Five,
Funky Four + One,
Charles Mingus,
The Cure,
Metal Thangz,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Barracudas,
Steve Hackett,
Roxy Music,
Don Cherry,
The Associates,
The Index,
Goldenarms,
The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers.
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.