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 Bahrain and from Salvador.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
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 Minnie Riperton to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Flash Fearless. All the underground hits.
All The Angels of Light tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Beasts of Bourbon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Invisible record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Silicon Teens,
Pagans,
Swell Maps,
a-ha,
Stockholm Monsters,
Inner City,
Carl Craig,
Pere Ubu,
Amon Düül II,
Basic Channel,
Saccharine Trust,
Deepchord,
The Young Rascals,
The Misunderstood,
Boredoms,
Eve St. Jones,
Ituana,
James White and The Blacks,
LL Cool J,
The New Christs,
The Victims,
Amon Düül,
Bobby Byrd,
AZ,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Sound Behaviour,
Roger Hodgson,
The Martian,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Thee Headcoats,
Skaos,
The Monochrome Set,
Monks,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Shoche,
Yusef Lateef,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Schoolly D,
Ultravox,
Matthew Bourne,
Eric B and Rakim,
Ice-T,
Barclay James Harvest,
Idris Muhammad,
Bobby Sherman,
Barrington Levy,
Tubeway Army,
Mark Hollis,
Amazonics,
Aloha Tigers,
Radio Birdman,
Sugar Minott,
The Smiths,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Matthew Halsall,
The Moody Blues,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Beau Brummels,
Little Man,
The Sound,
Fat Boys, Fat Boys, Fat Boys, Fat Boys.
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.