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 Guyana and from Houston.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the güiro 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 Neil Young to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Hot Snakes. All the underground hits.
All Piero Umiliani tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Velvet Underground record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The J.B.'s record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yazoo,
Metal Thangz,
The Raincoats,
Delon & Dalcan,
the Slits,
Mantronix,
Bang On A Can,
Letta Mbulu,
Joe Finger,
Alton Ellis,
Joensuu 1685,
Altered Images,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
T.S.O.L.,
One Last Wish,
cv313,
Graham Central Station,
Max Romeo,
Agent Orange,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Charles Mingus,
Section 25,
Todd Terry,
Juan Atkins,
Gong,
Lungfish,
Jerry's Kids,
Make Up,
The Misunderstood,
The Zeros,
Lee Hazlewood,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Martian,
Magma,
Dennis Brown,
The Sound,
Heaven 17,
Faraquet,
The Beau Brummels,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Nils Olav,
Electric Prunes,
Vainqueur,
Thee Headcoats,
B.T. Express,
Drexciya,
Danielle Patucci,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Suicide,
D'Angelo,
the Bar-Kays,
The Fugs,
The Golliwogs,
Lou Christie,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Los Fastidios,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Grey Daturas,
Jeru the Damaja,
Amazonics,
The Shadows of Knight,
Nirvana, Nirvana, Nirvana, Nirvana.
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.