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 New Zealand and from Jakarta.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 clarinet 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 The Leaves to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 A Certain Ratio. All the underground hits.
All Roy Ayers Ubiquity tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DJ Sneak 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 harpsichord and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Blossom Toes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
KRS-One,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
FM Einheit,
Drexciya,
Barclay James Harvest,
Pole,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Dawn Penn,
The Saints,
World's Most,
Dave Gahan,
Rapeman,
Mars,
Ralphi Rosario,
Dual Sessions,
AZ,
Lalann,
The New Christs,
Warren Ellis,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Wasted Youth,
Camouflage,
Nas,
Kas Product,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Gong,
Fatback Band,
John Coltrane,
Spandau Ballet,
Alison Limerick,
Avey Tare,
Grandmaster Flash,
Fat Boys,
Mandrill,
Newcleus,
Scientists,
Half Japanese,
Grey Daturas,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Techniques,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Ultimate Spinach,
China Crisis,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Chris Corsano,
Soft Machine,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Vainqueur,
The Smiths,
The Buckinghams,
L. Decosne,
Alton Ellis,
Young Marble Giants,
Royal Trux,
Country Teasers,
The Leaves,
Donald Byrd,
Donny Hathaway,
The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang.
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.