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 Estonia and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 organ 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 Rosa Yemen to the funk 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 Fat Boys. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Flag record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 an arpeggiator and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eric Dolphy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Blackbyrds,
The Wake,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Leaves,
Kenny Larkin,
Soul II Soul,
Qualms,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Residents,
Josef K,
Buzzcocks,
Dual Sessions,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Sam Rivers,
Adolescents,
Fugazi,
Von Mondo,
Derrick May,
Alton Ellis,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Funkadelic,
Masters at Work,
EPMD,
The Buckinghams,
June of 44,
Nation of Ulysses,
Hasil Adkins,
Massinfluence,
MC5,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Steve Hackett,
Ludus,
Joey Negro,
Sixth Finger,
Slave,
Crooked Eye,
The Saints,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Stooges,
Reagan Youth,
Cybotron,
Colin Newman,
Glenn Branca,
Audionom,
Be Bop Deluxe,
In Retrospect,
Rhythm & Sound,
Chris Corsano,
New York Dolls,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Royal Trux,
Arthur Verocai,
Wasted Youth,
David Bowie,
Iggy Pop,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Alice Coltrane,
Rites of Spring,
The Music Machine,
Khruangbin,
Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman.
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.