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 Vanuatu and from Houston.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 synthesizer 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 Swell Maps to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Gang Gang Dance. All the underground hits.
All Justin Hinds & The Dominoes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Charles Mingus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fortunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Monks,
Fat Boys,
Clear Light,
Organ,
Ossler,
Can,
Trumans Water,
A Certain Ratio,
Wolf Eyes,
Shuggie Otis,
The Saints,
Stetsasonic,
Camberwell Now,
Gastr Del Sol,
Roy Ayers,
A Flock of Seagulls,
a-ha,
This Heat,
U.S. Maple,
Fort Wilson Riot,
DNA,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Wings,
Technova,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Popol Vuh,
Blake Baxter,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Leonard Cohen,
Kaleidoscope,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Buckinghams,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Darondo,
Flamin' Groovies,
Althea and Donna,
Mantronix,
Jacques Brel,
Reuben Wilson,
Yusef Lateef,
Sarah Menescal,
The Litter,
E-Dancer,
Ohio Players,
Nils Olav,
Avey Tare,
ABBA,
the Sonics,
Unwound,
Slick Rick,
Infiniti,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Chrome,
Public Image Ltd.,
Altered Images,
Maleditus Sound,
Black Sheep,
The Last Poets, The Last Poets, The Last Poets, The Last Poets.
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.