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 Somalia and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 rhodes 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 Angels of Light to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 10cc. All the underground hits.
All Spandau Ballet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flipper record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a 808 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 chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jacob Miller,
Ultimate Spinach,
Mission of Burma,
The Young Rascals,
Sonny Sharrock,
UT,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Evens,
Barrington Levy,
Roy Ayers,
Drive Like Jehu,
Cal Tjader,
Alphaville,
Bang On A Can,
The Real Kids,
ABBA,
Pylon,
Chrome,
F. McDonald,
Reagan Youth,
Fatback Band,
Pantytec,
Animal Collective,
a-ha,
Brass Construction,
Robert Görl,
Radio Birdman,
Anakelly,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Eric Copeland,
The Toasters,
The United States of America,
D'Angelo,
Cluster,
Black Moon,
Tommy Roe,
Mary Jane Girls,
Severed Heads,
Bizarre Inc.,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Girls At Our Best!,
Icehouse,
Scrapy,
KRS-One,
Banda Bassotti,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Talk Talk,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Y Pants,
Boredoms,
David Axelrod,
Janne Schatter,
Carl Craig,
Tom Boy,
Joe Smooth,
The Star Department,
One Last Wish,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Fear,
The Sonics,
Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley.
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.