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 Beijing.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Columbus.
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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
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 Barbara Tucker to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Move. All the underground hits.
All The Martian tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Shadows of Knight record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeru the Damaja record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Swans,
Suicide,
The United States of America,
Khruangbin,
The Monochrome Set,
Rod Modell,
Buzzcocks,
Skarface,
Lyres,
Sister Nancy,
Bobby Womack,
Joyce Sims,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
E-Dancer,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Dave Clark Five,
Cheater Slicks,
Bobby Byrd,
Bill Wells,
Fluxion,
Alice Coltrane,
Marshall Jefferson,
Arcadia,
Soulsonic Force,
Wings,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Cameo,
Franke,
Althea and Donna,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
World's Most,
The Selecter,
The Alarm Clocks,
Hoover,
Janne Schatter,
Nation of Ulysses,
Los Fastidios,
Sugar Minott,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Urselle,
The Skatalites,
A Certain Ratio,
Gregory Isaacs,
Juan Atkins,
Cluster,
David Axelrod,
Derrick May,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Nik Kershaw,
Gichy Dan,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Masters at Work,
Symarip,
Jerry's Kids,
Malaria!,
Mary Jane Girls,
Archie Shepp,
Maurizio,
Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee.
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.