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 Chad and from Manchester.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1976 at the first Chic 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 Ken Boothe to the electroclash 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 The Neon Judgement. All the underground hits.
All Hasil Adkins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every June of 44 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Henry Cow,
David Axelrod,
Deadbeat,
The Fuzztones,
Deepchord,
Avey Tare,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Underground Resistance,
Amon Düül II,
Howard Jones,
Bill Near,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Interpol,
Arab on Radar,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Bronski Beat,
Lou Reed,
Gil Scott Heron,
Kool Moe Dee,
Stockholm Monsters,
F. McDonald,
Basic Channel,
Curtis Mayfield,
Visage,
Boz Scaggs,
Sandy B,
Jeff Mills,
Hashim,
Cameo,
The Sound,
the Normal,
Sam Rivers,
Ultravox,
Eurythmics,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Angels of Light,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Mojo Men,
Peter & Gordon,
Alison Limerick,
Drive Like Jehu,
Livin' Joy,
Liliput,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Maurizio,
Panda Bear,
the Sonics,
Mary Jane Girls,
Monolake,
James White and The Blacks,
Second Layer,
Gichy Dan,
Donny Hathaway,
Saccharine Trust,
Symarip,
Angry Samoans,
The Sonics,
Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock.
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.