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 Ukraine and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 chamberlin 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 Red Lorry Yellow Lorry to the rap 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 Technova. All the underground hits.
All Lightning Bolt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scion 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 oboe and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sound Behaviour record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Don Cherry,
T.S.O.L.,
Crash Course in Science,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Ice-T,
Gichy Dan,
Ultra Naté,
The Stooges,
B.T. Express,
Lou Christie,
Radiohead,
Motorama,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Wally Richardson,
Jawbox,
Fatback Band,
Crispy Ambulance,
Liliput,
Hasil Adkins,
DNA,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Black Dice,
Clear Light,
Nation of Ulysses,
Bush Tetras,
Royal Trux,
Todd Terry,
The J.B.'s,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
KRS-One,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Moleskins,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Hashim,
Fat Boys,
Danielle Patucci,
OOIOO,
Al Stewart,
Connie Case,
Half Japanese,
John Cale,
Severed Heads,
Sixth Finger,
Sugar Minott,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Supertramp,
Sällskapet,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Stetsasonic,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Roxette,
The Slits,
Idris Muhammad,
Eden Ahbez,
Harpers Bizarre,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Names, The Names, The Names, The Names.
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.