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 Sierra Leone and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 spring reverb 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 Pop Group to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Joe Smooth. All the underground hits.
All Soulsonic Force tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lafayette Afro Rock Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lower 48 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Max Romeo,
Grauzone,
Isaac Hayes,
Fat Boys,
Royal Trux,
The Monks,
Aswad,
Can,
Lindisfarne,
Wings,
Crash Course in Science,
Newcleus,
Bob Dylan,
The Mummies,
Thompson Twins,
Pere Ubu,
Bang On A Can,
Freddie Wadling,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Pussy Galore,
Skriet,
Grey Daturas,
Arab on Radar,
Robert Hood,
Barclay James Harvest,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Derrick May,
AZ,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Modern Lovers,
Flamin' Groovies,
cv313,
Niagra,
Underground Resistance,
B.T. Express,
the Association,
Malaria!,
Jandek,
Public Image Ltd.,
Technova,
Pharoah Sanders,
Alton Ellis,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Tomorrow,
Scan 7,
Jesper Dahlback,
Marshall Jefferson,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Surgeon,
The Smiths,
Absolute Body Control,
Nirvana,
Panda Bear,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Tears for Fears,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Ponytail,
The Skatalites, The Skatalites, The Skatalites, The Skatalites.
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.