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 Sudan and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 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 Cymande to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Clear Light. All the underground hits.
All Maurizio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yazoo 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lonnie Liston Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gregory Isaacs,
Sixth Finger,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Camouflage,
Quando Quango,
Ossler,
James Chance & The Contortions,
John Coltrane,
Slick Rick,
Television Personalities,
The Associates,
Soul Sonic Force,
Lebanon Hanover,
Funkadelic,
Interpol,
Pagans,
Quantec,
B.T. Express,
Graham Central Station,
JFA,
Make Up,
Gang Gang Dance,
ABBA,
Dead Boys,
Flipper,
Warren Ellis,
Yazoo,
Yusef Lateef,
Carl Craig,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Hasil Adkins,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Raincoats,
the Sonics,
DNA,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
ABC,
Boz Scaggs,
Marvin Gaye,
In Retrospect,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Cymande,
The Last Poets,
The Modern Lovers,
Agitation Free,
Isaac Hayes,
The Shadows of Knight,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Babytalk,
The Fire Engines,
Althea and Donna,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Easy Going,
The Count Five,
Laurel Aitken,
The Beau Brummels,
The Blackbyrds,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Misunderstood,
Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin.
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.