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 Mozambique and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Aloha Tigers to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Bobby Hutcherson. All the underground hits.
All Fear tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Modern Lovers 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 spring reverb and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lindisfarne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sandy B,
Bobby Womack,
X-Ray Spex,
DJ Style,
Electric Prunes,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Star Department,
Patti Smith,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Selecter,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
H. Thieme,
The Music Machine,
Clear Light,
Aloha Tigers,
Dead Boys,
Pere Ubu,
The Monks,
Guru Guru,
The Beau Brummels,
Idris Muhammad,
The J.B.'s,
Alison Limerick,
Roger Hodgson,
Sound Behaviour,
Janne Schatter,
Black Bananas,
Public Image Ltd.,
Gastr Del Sol,
Brick,
Flipper,
Lakeside,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Kinks,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Smiths,
Gregory Isaacs,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Faust,
kango's stein massive,
Toni Rubio,
Ultimate Spinach,
Fat Boys,
Fela Kuti,
Cal Tjader,
Massinfluence,
B.T. Express,
Sugar Minott,
The Real Kids,
The Toasters,
Gang of Four,
The Associates,
Donny Hathaway,
Dorothy Ashby,
Bronski Beat,
Tom Boy,
Outsiders,
Grauzone, Grauzone, Grauzone, Grauzone.
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.