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 Eritrea and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Johnny Osbourne to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Vainqueur. All the underground hits.
All Black Pus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Prince Buster record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Janne Schatter,
Wally Richardson,
Eric B and Rakim,
Lalann,
DJ Style,
Kerri Chandler,
Ohio Players,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Victims,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Babytalk,
David Bowie,
The Happenings,
UT,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Thee Headcoats,
The Fortunes,
Lungfish,
B.T. Express,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Deepchord,
Tomorrow,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Zeros,
Peter and Kerry,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Marine Girls,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Soulsonic Force,
The Standells,
Mad Mike,
The Golliwogs,
The Monks,
Frankie Knuckles,
Stetsasonic,
Mo-Dettes,
Steve Hackett,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Scion,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Bootsy Collins,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Q and Not U,
Cluster,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Sun City Girls,
Marcia Griffiths,
Prince Buster,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Joe Finger,
Reagan Youth,
Aaron Thompson,
Silicon Teens,
Banda Bassotti,
Clear Light,
Kas Product,
Second Layer,
The Detroit Cobras,
Siglo XX,
Jacob Miller,
T. Rex,
Neu!,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
This Heat, This Heat, This Heat, This Heat.
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.