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 Algeria and from Johannesburg.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Lindisfarne to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Roxy Music. All the underground hits.
All Laurel Aitken tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lonnie Liston Smith 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roy Ayers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Starr,
Interpol,
Cecil Taylor,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Quadrant,
EPMD,
Goldenarms,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The American Breed,
Crash Course in Science,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Traffic Nightmare,
Kenny Larkin,
Nation of Ulysses,
Toni Rubio,
Suburban Knight,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Black Bananas,
Davy DMX,
UT,
Jesper Dahlback,
Radio Birdman,
Archie Shepp,
The Stooges,
MDC,
Lalann,
The Durutti Column,
Gang Gang Dance,
Barbara Tucker,
Pylon,
Public Enemy,
The Leaves,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Amazonics,
Henry Cow,
The Five Americans,
ABBA,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Black Moon,
Skarface,
Blossom Toes,
Soft Cell,
The Tremeloes,
Erasure,
Gregory Isaacs,
Minny Pops,
PIL,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Banda Bassotti,
Arab on Radar,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Cal Tjader,
Joe Smooth,
Radiopuhelimet,
the Human League,
Aswad,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Monochrome Set,
Tim Buckley,
Alison Limerick,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz, Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz, Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz, Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz.
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.