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 El Salvador and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Porter Ricks to the jazz 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 Idris Muhammad. All the underground hits.
All Marvin Gaye tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 808 and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joey Negro record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 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?
Ossler,
Susan Cadogan,
Ultra Naté,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Barry Ungar,
Delta 5,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Sam Rivers,
Neil Young,
The Angels of Light,
Intrusion,
The Litter,
Little Man,
Henry Cow,
Jeff Lynne,
Ralphi Rosario,
Lou Christie,
Gang Starr,
Crooked Eye,
Aaron Thompson,
Nick Fraelich,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Qualms,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Donald Byrd,
T.S.O.L.,
Pulsallama,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Darondo,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Dawn Penn,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Crime,
The Trojans,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Depeche Mode,
Thompson Twins,
Swell Maps,
Mars,
Sun Ra,
China Crisis,
Sexual Harrassment,
Warsaw,
The Cramps,
Adolescents,
Arthur Verocai,
June Days,
Hardrive,
Underground Resistance,
Grey Daturas,
Todd Rundgren,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
ABC,
Radiohead,
Banda Bassotti,
10cc,
Drive Like Jehu,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Harmonia,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Eric Copeland,
LL Cool J,
Rod Modell,
Royal Trux, Royal Trux, Royal Trux, Royal Trux.
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.