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 Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Rakim 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 Kings Of Tomorrow. All the underground hits.
All The Royal Family And The Poor tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mars 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Blues Magoos record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gabor Szabo,
The Mummies,
Glambeats Corp.,
Flipper,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Joe Smooth,
U.S. Maple,
Minnie Riperton,
Motorama,
Minor Threat,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Zapp,
Frankie Knuckles,
Eric Dolphy,
Brick,
Tim Buckley,
The Doobie Brothers,
Aural Exciters,
Maleditus Sound,
Harpers Bizarre,
John Coltrane,
John Cale,
Grey Daturas,
Rapeman,
DJ Style,
Robert Görl,
Kerri Chandler,
Loose Ends,
Soul II Soul,
Gil Scott Heron,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
MDC,
Delta 5,
Drexciya,
The Walker Brothers,
Ice-T,
Gang Green,
China Crisis,
Wally Richardson,
Mo-Dettes,
The Fall,
Donald Byrd,
Sparks,
The Move,
Sun City Girls,
Intrusion,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Last Poets,
Todd Rundgren,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Ornette Coleman,
Patti Smith,
Janne Schatter,
Freddie Wadling,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Chris Corsano,
Kool Moe Dee,
Eurythmics,
Soft Cell,
Alphaville,
The Monks,
Cameo,
Ultimate Spinach,
the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars.
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.