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 Tonga and from Accra.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Roy Ayers Ubiquity to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience. All the underground hits.
All Dead Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Funkadelic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Slits record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eddi Front,
Fatback Band,
The Cure,
World's Most,
Roxy Music,
Technova,
A Certain Ratio,
Radio Birdman,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Spoonie Gee,
Andrew Hill,
Sight & Sound,
Schoolly D,
H. Thieme,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Mo-Dettes,
Morten Harket,
The Fire Engines,
Kas Product,
Ossler,
Johnny Clarke,
Gong,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Ronnie Foster,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Skaos,
Camouflage,
Gregory Isaacs,
Wolf Eyes,
The Index,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Knickerbockers,
Aswad,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
John Coltrane,
Gang Starr,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Terrestrial Tones,
Derrick Morgan,
Suicide,
Danielle Patucci,
Lyres,
Crooked Eye,
Delon & Dalcan,
Big Daddy Kane,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Stockholm Monsters,
Tres Demented,
The Martian,
DJ Sneak,
Desert Stars,
Infiniti,
ABC,
Gang Gang Dance,
Skriet,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Marine Girls,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Livin' Joy,
Skarface,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Sonics,
Rapeman,
Brass Construction, Brass Construction, Brass Construction, Brass Construction.
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.