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 Mumbai.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the güiro 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 Angels of Light & Akron/Family to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Au Pairs. All the underground hits.
All Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every China Crisis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 rhodes and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Isaac Hayes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Donald Byrd,
Toni Rubio,
Alice Coltrane,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Warren Ellis,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Kaleidoscope,
John Coltrane,
Brand Nubian,
Sandy B,
Flash Fearless,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Kerri Chandler,
The Beau Brummels,
Delta 5,
Procol Harum,
Cameo,
Brothers Johnson,
Althea and Donna,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Piero Umiliani,
Dave Gahan,
Agent Orange,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Jacob Miller,
The Golliwogs,
Grauzone,
China Crisis,
The Busters,
Harpers Bizarre,
Alton Ellis,
Moby Grape,
Television,
Robert Hood,
The Residents,
Sonic Youth,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Star Department,
Kurtis Blow,
The Monochrome Set,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Iggy Pop,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Hashim,
The Zeros,
Jeff Lynne,
Robert Görl,
Sun City Girls,
Accadde A,
The Mummies,
Unrelated Segments,
Traffic Nightmare,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Neu!,
Camouflage,
Scrapy,
Supertramp,
Motorama,
Gabor Szabo,
D'Angelo,
Laurel Aitken,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan.
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.