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 Micronesia and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 chamberlin 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 Marvin Gaye to the techno 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 N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell. All the underground hits.
All Flash Fearless tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kings Of Tomorrow record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cymande record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Donald Byrd,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Franke,
Rekid,
KRS-One,
Hot Snakes,
Henry Cow,
Matthew Halsall,
Traffic Nightmare,
Saccharine Trust,
Eurythmics,
Lalo Schifrin,
James White and The Blacks,
The Fire Engines,
Marshall Jefferson,
Porter Ricks,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Japan,
The Seeds,
The Monochrome Set,
Scratch Acid,
Moby Grape,
Ken Boothe,
Reuben Wilson,
Negative Approach,
The Neon Judgement,
Sam Rivers,
Circle Jerks,
Aaron Thompson,
U.S. Maple,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Prince Buster,
Blake Baxter,
Yusef Lateef,
Roger Hodgson,
Magma,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Cybotron,
Mo-Dettes,
Ice-T,
The Cowsills,
Lucky Dragons,
Jacob Miller,
Section 25,
Ultra Naté,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Soul II Soul,
Nick Fraelich,
Fela Kuti,
Curtis Mayfield,
Cluster,
Talk Talk,
Whodini,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Stooges,
Camouflage,
Anthony Braxton,
Grandmaster Flash,
Peter & Gordon,
Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo.
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.