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 Lebanon and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 clarinet 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 Con Funk Shun to the crunk 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 Kerrie Biddell. All the underground hits.
All Kool Moe Dee tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DJ Sneak 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gregory Isaacs 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?
Soul II Soul,
The Shadows of Knight,
Rapeman,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Jeru the Damaja,
Brass Construction,
Max Romeo,
The Blackbyrds,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Throbbing Gristle,
Yazoo,
Bluetip,
Bush Tetras,
Barry Ungar,
Aloha Tigers,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Mantronix,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Dennis Brown,
The Litter,
Sonic Youth,
Anakelly,
Siglo XX,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Pylon,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
the Germs,
R.M.O.,
Shoche,
The Skatalites,
Ralphi Rosario,
FM Einheit,
Maleditus Sound,
Deadbeat,
Amon Düül II,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Smoke,
Sixth Finger,
Audionom,
Spandau Ballet,
Ronan,
Country Teasers,
Eden Ahbez,
The Leaves,
Junior Murvin,
Scion,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Gang Green,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Jeff Lynne,
The Blues Magoos,
Interpol,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Chris & Cosey,
Neil Young,
Marvin Gaye,
Sam Rivers,
The Dirtbombs,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee.
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.