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 Greece and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 B.T. Express to the rap 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 Arcadia. All the underground hits.
All Pere Ubu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Althea and Donna record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Groovy Waters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jimmy McGriff,
Ultra Naté,
Pole,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Gichy Dan,
Average White Band,
James White and The Blacks,
The Toasters,
Man Eating Sloth,
Rakim,
Sällskapet,
Steve Hackett,
Lou Christie,
Boz Scaggs,
DJ Sneak,
Lucky Dragons,
Frankie Knuckles,
Johnny Osbourne,
Bush Tetras,
Kerri Chandler,
the Fania All-Stars,
Toni Rubio,
Jacques Brel,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Evens,
Jeff Mills,
The Saints,
Boredoms,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Blossom Toes,
Ten City,
Thompson Twins,
Interpol,
Radiohead,
Lindisfarne,
Maurizio,
The Count Five,
Aaron Thompson,
Au Pairs,
Bootsy Collins,
Jawbox,
Joensuu 1685,
Model 500,
Warren Ellis,
The Vogues,
Joy Division,
Unrelated Segments,
Funky Four + One,
Neu!,
Gong,
Gregory Isaacs,
Eric B and Rakim,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Simply Red,
PIL,
Supertramp,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Cowsills,
Dennis Brown,
Terry Callier,
Nas,
MC5, MC5, MC5, MC5.
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.