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 Armenia and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 rhodes 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 The Fortunes to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Cameo. All the underground hits.
All Shoche tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Anakelly record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 spring reverb and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lebanon Hanover record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eurythmics,
CMW,
Absolute Body Control,
Ohio Players,
Bobby Byrd,
Fatback Band,
Eddi Front,
Clear Light,
Scion,
Easy Going,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Buckinghams,
Isaac Hayes,
Suicide,
Byron Stingily,
Saccharine Trust,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
T.S.O.L.,
The Raincoats,
Thee Headcoats,
The Modern Lovers,
Laurel Aitken,
Archie Shepp,
Amazonics,
Bill Near,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Crispian St. Peters,
Au Pairs,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Stereo Dub,
Eric Copeland,
Youth Brigade,
Essential Logic,
Pere Ubu,
Sun City Girls,
Guru Guru,
D'Angelo,
the Sonics,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Main Source,
Sonic Youth,
Pylon,
Rotary Connection,
Dark Day,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Technova,
Yusef Lateef,
The Invisible,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Shoche,
Idris Muhammad,
Funkadelic,
Cameo,
Zero Boys,
Lungfish,
Kenny Larkin,
Peter and Kerry,
Q and Not U,
Excepter, Excepter, Excepter, Excepter.
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.