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 Ethiopia and from Mumbai.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 808 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 The Mojo Men to the jazz 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 Derrick May. All the underground hits.
All Ken Boothe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Iggy Pop record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mandrill record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gun Club,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Circle Jerks,
The Vogues,
Gregory Isaacs,
Eric Copeland,
The Moody Blues,
Livin' Joy,
The Associates,
Sam Rivers,
Pantaleimon,
Excepter,
The Fire Engines,
ABBA,
One Last Wish,
The Beau Brummels,
Throbbing Gristle,
Rites of Spring,
Aloha Tigers,
Radiopuhelimet,
Desert Stars,
Saccharine Trust,
Au Pairs,
Jesper Dahlback,
Joy Division,
Average White Band,
Fela Kuti,
Alice Coltrane,
Gang Green,
Joyce Sims,
Moby Grape,
Roxette,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Scratch Acid,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Simply Red,
Bush Tetras,
Groovy Waters,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Tomorrow,
Eric Dolphy,
Negative Approach,
Scrapy,
Stetsasonic,
Hardrive,
The Durutti Column,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Gerry Rafferty,
Gabor Szabo,
Rod Modell,
Joey Negro,
Fluxion,
Lyres,
Alphaville,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Trojans,
R.M.O.,
Freddie Wadling,
Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd.
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.