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 Portugal and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the marimba 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 Ken Boothe to the crunk 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 Leonard Cohen. All the underground hits.
All Faraquet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-101 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 clarinet and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jesper Dahlbäck record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Detroit Cobras,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Moleskins,
Fatback Band,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Electric Prunes,
Arcadia,
the Human League,
Piero Umiliani,
Minnie Riperton,
Lyres,
Hashim,
Kayak,
Vainqueur,
Fluxion,
Robert Görl,
Silicon Teens,
Pulsallama,
The Residents,
Anakelly,
Urselle,
Bush Tetras,
Leonard Cohen,
Kevin Saunderson,
Eurythmics,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Marvin Gaye,
MC5,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Ludus,
U.S. Maple,
Angry Samoans,
Marcia Griffiths,
Mary Jane Girls,
In Retrospect,
Max Romeo,
Todd Rundgren,
Main Source,
The Kinks,
Lou Christie,
Harry Pussy,
The Offenders,
Matthew Halsall,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Sight & Sound,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Fortunes,
Yusef Lateef,
Jeff Mills,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Rosa Yemen,
Qualms,
Bootsy Collins,
Cameo,
Terry Callier,
Lalo Schifrin,
John Lydon,
Jerry's Kids,
Eve St. Jones,
Underground Resistance,
Wasted Youth,
Stereo Dub,
The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers.
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.