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 United States and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 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 Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Leonard Cohen. All the underground hits.
All Eric B and Rakim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Music Machine 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Don Cherry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gastr Del Sol,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Zapp,
Donny Hathaway,
Inner City,
Scrapy,
Pere Ubu,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Boz Scaggs,
the Human League,
The Dirtbombs,
Piero Umiliani,
Ornette Coleman,
Pantytec,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Black Dice,
Juan Atkins,
Amazonics,
Amon Düül II,
Lightning Bolt,
FM Einheit,
Ken Boothe,
Pole,
Young Marble Giants,
Massinfluence,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
In Retrospect,
Kenny Larkin,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Busters,
Essential Logic,
Model 500,
Audionom,
The Fall,
Theoretical Girls,
Cecil Taylor,
Crispian St. Peters,
Ronnie Foster,
8 Eyed Spy,
Rites of Spring,
Roxy Music,
Dark Day,
Spoonie Gee,
Shoche,
Symarip,
Magma,
Section 25,
Dennis Brown,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Cheater Slicks,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Sam Rivers,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Barrington Levy,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Sandy B,
Funkadelic,
The Techniques,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Terrestrial Tones,
Roger Hodgson,
David Axelrod, David Axelrod, David Axelrod, David Axelrod.
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.