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 Montenegro and from Houston.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Taipei.
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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
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 Moss Icon to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Gang Green. All the underground hits.
All Sandy B tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Fania All-Stars record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Gang Dance record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Main Source,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Animal Collective,
Thompson Twins,
Bad Manners,
Robert Wyatt,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Charles Mingus,
Erykah Badu,
Von Mondo,
The Fuzztones,
Au Pairs,
the Swans,
Avey Tare,
Cymande,
The Index,
Brand Nubian,
Groovy Waters,
Cameo,
The Human League,
Bobby Byrd,
June of 44,
Alison Limerick,
Joe Smooth,
Barbara Tucker,
Fugazi,
The Toasters,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Curtis Mayfield,
Boogie Down Productions,
Liliput,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Absolute Body Control,
The Techniques,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Wings,
Joyce Sims,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Subhumans,
Matthew Bourne,
DNA,
Derrick Morgan,
Stereo Dub,
The Smiths,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Soul Sonic Force,
Technova,
The Doobie Brothers,
Marvin Gaye,
Pagans,
John Cale,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
MDC,
T. Rex,
Moby Grape,
Black Pus,
Isaac Hayes,
The Wake,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Radiohead,
10cc, 10cc, 10cc, 10cc.
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.