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 San Marino and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 clarinet 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 Kurtis Blow 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 Spoonie Gee. All the underground hits.
All Flamin' Groovies tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sixth Finger record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 arpeggiator and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Idris Muhammad record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fatback Band,
Michelle Simonal,
Donald Byrd,
Mr. Review,
Radiohead,
B.T. Express,
Bang On A Can,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Doobie Brothers,
Johnny Osbourne,
Andrew Hill,
Grandmaster Flash,
Average White Band,
One Last Wish,
In Retrospect,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Johnny Clarke,
Minny Pops,
Ralphi Rosario,
Silicon Teens,
Avey Tare,
The Stooges,
Sällskapet,
Gong,
The New Christs,
Mary Jane Girls,
Malaria!,
Minnie Riperton,
Cluster,
Big Daddy Kane,
Absolute Body Control,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
PIL,
Von Mondo,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Grauzone,
T. Rex,
The Smiths,
Alphaville,
Robert Wyatt,
The Remains,
Quantec,
The Sound,
Pere Ubu,
Panda Bear,
Aloha Tigers,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
R.M.O.,
Japan,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Zapp,
Crooked Eye,
Sight & Sound,
Kerrie Biddell,
Angry Samoans,
MC5,
DJ Style,
Gichy Dan,
Scrapy,
Carl Craig,
Thompson Twins,
Bootsy Collins,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Barrington Levy,
Skaos, Skaos, Skaos, Skaos.
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.