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 Netherlands and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 güiro 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 Lafayette Afro Rock Band to the crunk 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 Lou Reed. All the underground hits.
All Second Layer tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 spring reverb and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tears for Fears record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stockholm Monsters,
Lalann,
Joy Division,
Eric B and Rakim,
Black Pus,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Rosa Yemen,
Guru Guru,
F. McDonald,
Wings,
Con Funk Shun,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Sun Ra,
Minutemen,
Soulsonic Force,
Steve Hackett,
Joe Smooth,
Moss Icon,
Jacob Miller,
Flash Fearless,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Grey Daturas,
Big Daddy Kane,
Stiv Bators,
Dual Sessions,
Wire,
E-Dancer,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Offenders,
The United States of America,
The Leaves,
Mission of Burma,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Country Teasers,
Tears for Fears,
Skarface,
Alton Ellis,
Quadrant,
The Detroit Cobras,
Warren Ellis,
Ice-T,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Liliput,
The Fall,
Lightning Bolt,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Glambeats Corp.,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Procol Harum,
Graham Central Station,
Eve St. Jones,
The Mojo Men,
The Associates,
Yellowson,
Sonny Sharrock,
Hot Snakes,
the Association, the Association, the Association, the Association.
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.