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 Malta and from Mumbai.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Scientists to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Inner City. All the underground hits.
All Dennis Brown tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flipper record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 spring reverb and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a KRS-One record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terry Callier,
Little Man,
Brand Nubian,
Fugazi,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Dirtbombs,
Soul Sonic Force,
Letta Mbulu,
Erykah Badu,
Rufus Thomas,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Shoche,
The Monochrome Set,
Rotary Connection,
The Monks,
the Bar-Kays,
Y Pants,
The Moody Blues,
Public Image Ltd.,
Mandrill,
Suicide,
Scan 7,
Porter Ricks,
The Toasters,
Oblivians,
Bobby Womack,
Reuben Wilson,
Althea and Donna,
The United States of America,
The Dead C,
The Leaves,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Yellowson,
One Last Wish,
The Shadows of Knight,
Section 25,
Amon Düül,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Gories,
The Detroit Cobras,
Scrapy,
Black Bananas,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Roy Ayers,
Brass Construction,
Das Ding,
The Saints,
The Offenders,
the Human League,
Minutemen,
John Coltrane,
Johnny Clarke,
Scratch Acid,
Ultravox,
Lindisfarne,
The Durutti Column,
Warsaw,
Model 500,
Zapp,
Drive Like Jehu,
Arcadia,
Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth.
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.