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 Palau and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 snare 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 Babytalk to the rock 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 T. Rex. All the underground hits.
All Kerrie Biddell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flash Fearless 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gregory Isaacs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Pretty Things,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Carl Craig,
Minutemen,
KRS-One,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Traffic Nightmare,
Massinfluence,
The Monks,
The Smiths,
The Blackbyrds,
Inner City,
DJ Sneak,
Sun City Girls,
H. Thieme,
Dual Sessions,
JFA,
The Fire Engines,
Grandmaster Flash,
Oblivians,
The Electric Prunes,
Ken Boothe,
Suicide,
Masters at Work,
Warren Ellis,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Public Image Ltd.,
Erasure,
The Music Machine,
Ten City,
Pantaleimon,
Althea and Donna,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Ice-T,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
D'Angelo,
Andrew Hill,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Buckinghams,
Angry Samoans,
Alison Limerick,
Flash Fearless,
The Standells,
The Doobie Brothers,
Brand Nubian,
Newcleus,
Absolute Body Control,
Blake Baxter,
The Seeds,
The Blues Magoos,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Todd Terry,
Sugar Minott,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Au Pairs,
Qualms,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
F. McDonald,
Lindisfarne,
MDC,
Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron.
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.