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 Sri Lanka and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Calgary.
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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Fatback Band to the electroclash 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 Amazonics. All the underground hits.
All The Dead C tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crash Course in Science record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 rhodes and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wally Richardson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blake Baxter,
Cecil Taylor,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Excepter,
Faust,
The Modern Lovers,
Joey Negro,
cv313,
KRS-One,
Lightning Bolt,
Aswad,
the Swans,
Tears for Fears,
The Misunderstood,
Boz Scaggs,
Matthew Bourne,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Unwound,
Niagra,
John Coltrane,
Unrelated Segments,
The Vogues,
Schoolly D,
The Tremeloes,
The Human League,
Wolf Eyes,
Youth Brigade,
Swell Maps,
Lee Hazlewood,
Thee Headcoats,
Byron Stingily,
Bobbi Humphrey,
DJ Style,
Flash Fearless,
Aloha Tigers,
The Techniques,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Fugs,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Darondo,
The Names,
Symarip,
E-Dancer,
48th St. Collective,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Fortunes,
The Dave Clark Five,
Matthew Halsall,
Juan Atkins,
Panda Bear,
Yazoo,
Alton Ellis,
Lindisfarne,
Roxy Music,
Porter Ricks,
Stetsasonic,
The Count Five,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Bill Wells,
The United States of America, The United States of America, The United States of America, The United States of America.
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.