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 Taiwan and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Paris.
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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Bootsy Collins to the crunk 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 Moby Grape. All the underground hits.
All Lyres tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gap Band 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Steve Hackett record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joe Finger,
Ossler,
the Fania All-Stars,
Absolute Body Control,
Liliput,
Fat Boys,
Prince Buster,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Buzzcocks,
Carl Craig,
Gang of Four,
The Victims,
EPMD,
Procol Harum,
Japan,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Sandy B,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Godley & Creme,
Organ,
Shuggie Otis,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Mission of Burma,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Gories,
D'Angelo,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Mr. Review,
Leonard Cohen,
Basic Channel,
FM Einheit,
New Age Steppers,
Erasure,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The United States of America,
Graham Central Station,
The Skatalites,
Babytalk,
Boz Scaggs,
Skriet,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Divine Comedy,
Kayak,
Stetsasonic,
Adolescents,
Dave Gahan,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
JFA,
Negative Approach,
Junior Murvin,
Piero Umiliani,
Camberwell Now,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Maleditus Sound,
Icehouse,
Eli Mardock,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Zeros,
Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack.
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.