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 Guatemala 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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 The Flesh Eaters to the crunk 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 Boz Scaggs. All the underground hits.
All Gang Green tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Kinks 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Icehouse record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Porter Ricks,
Agitation Free,
Moss Icon,
The Doobie Brothers,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Tommy Roe,
Rhythm & Sound,
Amazonics,
Barclay James Harvest,
Livin' Joy,
Goldenarms,
Lou Christie,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Talk Talk,
Sixth Finger,
AZ,
Crash Course in Science,
Lalann,
Sun Ra,
Suicide,
Monks,
Joey Negro,
The Stooges,
Dark Day,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Bluetip,
The Real Kids,
FM Einheit,
Delta 5,
The Invisible,
Freddie Wadling,
Darondo,
Masters at Work,
A Certain Ratio,
Jimmy McGriff,
Jesper Dahlback,
Rod Modell,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Gastr Del Sol,
Ultra Naté,
Monolake,
Piero Umiliani,
Godley & Creme,
Donald Byrd,
Clear Light,
Pantytec,
Essential Logic,
Joy Division,
48th St. Collective,
The Red Krayola,
In Retrospect,
Scion,
Gang Green,
Angry Samoans,
The Kinks,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Procol Harum,
Black Sheep,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Andrew Hill,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Buckinghams,
The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds.
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.