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 Cyprus and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Sly & The Family Stone to the funk 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 Basic Channel. All the underground hits.
All Soulsonic Force tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David Axelrod 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gladiators record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aswad,
Scientists,
Arthur Verocai,
Blake Baxter,
Deakin,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
James White and The Blacks,
Gang Starr,
Archie Shepp,
Black Bananas,
Royal Trux,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Angels of Light,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Freddie Wadling,
Lakeside,
Bob Dylan,
Prince Buster,
Can,
Johnny Clarke,
David Axelrod,
New York Dolls,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Moleskins,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
H. Thieme,
The Saints,
B.T. Express,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Last Poets,
The Dirtbombs,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Pere Ubu,
Boogie Down Productions,
X-Ray Spex,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Charles Mingus,
Magazine,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Schoolly D,
Stereo Dub,
Sam Rivers,
Darondo,
Drexciya,
Subhumans,
Heaven 17,
Black Moon,
John Cale,
Symarip,
Lyres,
Erykah Badu,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Leonard Cohen,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Music Machine,
Bush Tetras,
Big Daddy Kane,
10cc,
Whodini,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras.
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.