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 Paraguay and from Taipei.
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 Bologna and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 güiro 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 Bobby Womack to the disco 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 Sad Lovers and Giants. All the underground hits.
All Neil Young & Crazy Horse tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amazonics record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Carl Craig record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roy Ayers,
Monolake,
Nik Kershaw,
The Cramps,
Danielle Patucci,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Mission of Burma,
Rotary Connection,
Pere Ubu,
The Doors,
Radiohead,
DNA,
The Alarm Clocks,
Wally Richardson,
Crooked Eye,
John Lydon,
Dennis Brown,
X-102,
Sandy B,
8 Eyed Spy,
Grauzone,
Robert Hood,
Frankie Knuckles,
Wings,
Echospace,
Faraquet,
B.T. Express,
Shoche,
Davy DMX,
Marcia Griffiths,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Moleskins,
Minny Pops,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Spandau Ballet,
Todd Terry,
Y Pants,
Camberwell Now,
Niagra,
Kas Product,
Minutemen,
Cecil Taylor,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Unwound,
Mars,
Nirvana,
Urselle,
Groovy Waters,
Gang of Four,
Nas,
Gil Scott Heron,
Q and Not U,
Quando Quango,
The Fortunes,
The Fuzztones,
The Cure,
the Human League,
Kurtis Blow,
Audionom,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Dark Day, Dark Day, Dark Day, Dark Day.
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.