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 Papua New Guinea and from Portland.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 marimba 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 Procol Harum to the crunk 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 Roxette. All the underground hits.
All Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tim Buckley 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 808 and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eric Dolphy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Drexciya,
Kenny Larkin,
Jacques Brel,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Fall,
Todd Rundgren,
Negative Approach,
T. Rex,
Angry Samoans,
Colin Newman,
Arthur Verocai,
Arab on Radar,
Nation of Ulysses,
Hardrive,
D'Angelo,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Smoke,
Black Pus,
Ornette Coleman,
The Monks,
Joyce Sims,
Babytalk,
DNA,
The Vogues,
Mary Jane Girls,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Ralphi Rosario,
Procol Harum,
The Associates,
Animal Collective,
Minnie Riperton,
Desert Stars,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Joensuu 1685,
The Toasters,
Altered Images,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Electric Prunes,
Ronan,
Gil Scott Heron,
AZ,
Interpol,
Man Parrish,
The Knickerbockers,
Neu!,
Eden Ahbez,
Althea and Donna,
The Fortunes,
Gang Gang Dance,
Erasure,
Fela Kuti,
Camouflage,
Donny Hathaway,
Boz Scaggs,
Simply Red,
ABC,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Sun City Girls,
Derrick Morgan,
Nas,
The Remains,
Oblivians,
Blancmange, Blancmange, Blancmange, Blancmange.
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.