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 Libya and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Lalo Schifrin to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Section 25. All the underground hits.
All Tropical Tobacco tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Moody Blues 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a EPMD record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Big Daddy Kane,
Harry Pussy,
The Cramps,
Liliput,
Moss Icon,
Stiv Bators,
Steve Hackett,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Piero Umiliani,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Godley & Creme,
Donny Hathaway,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Severed Heads,
Wally Richardson,
The Techniques,
Cecil Taylor,
Eric Dolphy,
The Tremeloes,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
kango's stein massive,
Erasure,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Remains,
DNA,
The Alarm Clocks,
Hoover,
Gastr Del Sol,
PIL,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Neil Young,
Pantaleimon,
Kurtis Blow,
Tears for Fears,
Motorama,
Minor Threat,
Circle Jerks,
Rites of Spring,
Warren Ellis,
Michelle Simonal,
Andrew Hill,
Barbara Tucker,
Ronan,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Wire,
Laurel Aitken,
Rosa Yemen,
Bad Manners,
The Index,
Talk Talk,
The Sound,
Con Funk Shun,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Lou Christie,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Mad Mike,
Ludus,
D'Angelo,
Wings,
Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz.
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.