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 Argentina and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the marimba 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 Adolescents to the jazz 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 Notorious Big And Bone Thugs. All the underground hits.
All Magazine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Simply Red record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jesper Dahlbäck record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Motorama,
Prince Buster,
The Sound,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Warsaw,
Nirvana,
Ituana,
U.S. Maple,
The Birthday Party,
DJ Style,
Nation of Ulysses,
Eric B and Rakim,
Wasted Youth,
Yellowson,
Alice Coltrane,
The Associates,
The Detroit Cobras,
John Foxx,
Subhumans,
Tom Boy,
Fear,
Arcadia,
Franke,
World's Most,
Flash Fearless,
Derrick Morgan,
Unrelated Segments,
Lower 48,
Ludus,
Babytalk,
Make Up,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Invisible,
The Gories,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Jimmy McGriff,
Roxy Music,
Robert Görl,
Aswad,
the Association,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Slits,
Ultravox,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Flesh Eaters,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Young Rascals,
Ohio Players,
Barry Ungar,
The American Breed,
The Gap Band,
Young Marble Giants,
Arthur Verocai,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Kerri Chandler,
Amazonics,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler.
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.