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 Singapore 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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 Kool Moe Dee to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Bad Manners. All the underground hits.
All Magma tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott Heron 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 808 and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fat Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yazoo,
Simply Red,
the Sonics,
Soul Sonic Force,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Jerry's Kids,
CMW,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The United States of America,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Moby Grape,
Connie Case,
Infiniti,
Kayak,
Crispian St. Peters,
Robert Wyatt,
Joe Finger,
Popol Vuh,
Gerry Rafferty,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Arthur Verocai,
Minnie Riperton,
Marmalade,
David Bowie,
Hashim,
Harry Pussy,
Godley & Creme,
Blossom Toes,
Suicide,
Shoche,
Bootsy Collins,
Eli Mardock,
Buzzcocks,
Al Stewart,
Kurtis Blow,
R.M.O.,
The Invisible,
Suburban Knight,
Jeru the Damaja,
In Retrospect,
This Heat,
DJ Sneak,
Eddi Front,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Lou Christie,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Buckinghams,
Sound Behaviour,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Cowsills,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Velvet Underground,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Jandek,
Outsiders,
Magma,
Chris & Cosey,
Dennis Brown,
Mantronix,
Donny Hathaway,
Guru Guru,
Funkadelic, Funkadelic, Funkadelic, Funkadelic.
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.