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 Antigua and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Lebanon Hanover to the jazz 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 Trumans Water. All the underground hits.
All Gerry Rafferty tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sonics 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gap Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Donald Byrd,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Evens,
The Black Dice,
Derrick Morgan,
kango's stein massive,
T. Rex,
Dennis Brown,
Graham Central Station,
Marcia Griffiths,
Junior Murvin,
Little Man,
Henry Cow,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Wings,
Radiohead,
Ice-T,
Letta Mbulu,
Man Eating Sloth,
Lou Christie,
The Sonics,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Alice Coltrane,
The Dave Clark Five,
Funkadelic,
Andrew Hill,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Remains,
Newcleus,
The Last Poets,
Nik Kershaw,
Sun City Girls,
The Gun Club,
Scott Walker,
Pantaleimon,
Anakelly,
Oneida,
Funky Four + One,
Leonard Cohen,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Doobie Brothers,
Outsiders,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Divine Comedy,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Rakim,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Adolescents,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Minnie Riperton,
The Gories,
Bluetip,
Brand Nubian,
Qualms,
Dawn Penn,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Arab on Radar,
The Durutti Column,
Ossler,
The Seeds, The Seeds, The Seeds, The Seeds.
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.