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 France and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Frankie Knuckles to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Eve St. Jones. All the underground hits.
All D'Angelo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter and Kerry 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Andrew Hill record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Parry Music,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Harmonia,
Eve St. Jones,
Gichy Dan,
Soulsonic Force,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
F. McDonald,
Youth Brigade,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Symarip,
Todd Terry,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Aaron Thompson,
Kayak,
Lyres,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Half Japanese,
Country Teasers,
Jeff Mills,
Urselle,
Fad Gadget,
The Sonics,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Doobie Brothers,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Fela Kuti,
Ronnie Foster,
The Knickerbockers,
Echospace,
Ultra Naté,
New York Dolls,
Television,
Inner City,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Johnny Osbourne,
Los Fastidios,
Boz Scaggs,
Mark Hollis,
Loose Ends,
Average White Band,
Derrick May,
Cheater Slicks,
Newcleus,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Junior Murvin,
Sixth Finger,
Sparks,
Avey Tare,
Roy Ayers,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Slick Rick,
Rosa Yemen,
Stiv Bators,
Arthur Verocai,
Circle Jerks,
La Düsseldorf,
Bluetip,
Bizarre Inc.,
Wire,
Camberwell Now,
Brand Nubian,
Scientists, Scientists, Scientists, Scientists.
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.