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 Pakistan and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Yusef Lateef to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds. All the underground hits.
All Slick Rick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soulsonic Force 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Altered Images record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brand Nubian,
The Gun Club,
Fear,
Television Personalities,
Supertramp,
Shuggie Otis,
The Tremeloes,
Magma,
The Angels of Light,
Second Layer,
The Durutti Column,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Ornette Coleman,
Chris Corsano,
Ohio Players,
Nik Kershaw,
CMW,
AZ,
Rites of Spring,
Boogie Down Productions,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
K-Klass,
Alphaville,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Severed Heads,
Mantronix,
Godley & Creme,
Pussy Galore,
The Monks,
Frankie Knuckles,
Neil Young,
Curtis Mayfield,
Bill Near,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Alice Coltrane,
F. McDonald,
John Coltrane,
Rosa Yemen,
Jesper Dahlback,
Warsaw,
Gregory Isaacs,
Matthew Halsall,
a-ha,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Marine Girls,
Radio Birdman,
Amon Düül,
The Searchers,
Franke,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Black Sheep,
Kenny Larkin,
Bush Tetras,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
X-102,
Joensuu 1685,
Josef K,
Sam Rivers,
Donny Hathaway,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds.
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.