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 United States and from Mumbai.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Urselle to the funk 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 Aloha Tigers. All the underground hits.
All In Retrospect tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hoover record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pharoah Sanders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sonics,
Heaven 17,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Isaac Hayes,
Pharoah Sanders,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Radiopuhelimet,
Neu!,
a-ha,
Piero Umiliani,
Fatback Band,
Drexciya,
Agent Orange,
Tres Demented,
The J.B.'s,
The Dave Clark Five,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Mojo Men,
DJ Sneak,
In Retrospect,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Skatalites,
Kaleidoscope,
The American Breed,
Gichy Dan,
Bobby Byrd,
James White and The Blacks,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Ponytail,
The Offenders,
Oneida,
The Star Department,
Nick Fraelich,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Agitation Free,
Jacob Miller,
Juan Atkins,
Spoonie Gee,
The Gap Band,
Sandy B,
Infiniti,
Eden Ahbez,
Rapeman,
L. Decosne,
Cal Tjader,
Funkadelic,
Con Funk Shun,
The Fall,
The Cowsills,
Kerrie Biddell,
Todd Terry,
Gang of Four,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Dead C,
Big Daddy Kane,
Y Pants,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Crash Course in Science,
Roger Hodgson,
Henry Cow,
Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan.
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.