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 Tanzania and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Sugar Minott. All the underground hits.
All Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mummies 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Womack record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Television Personalities,
Isaac Hayes,
Crash Course in Science,
Steve Hackett,
the Normal,
Glambeats Corp.,
Electric Prunes,
Don Cherry,
Marmalade,
Joey Negro,
Lindisfarne,
Sonic Youth,
Saccharine Trust,
D'Angelo,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Angels of Light,
The Leaves,
8 Eyed Spy,
Sam Rivers,
Deepchord,
the Germs,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Visage,
Nas,
Black Bananas,
The Alarm Clocks,
Suicide,
Second Layer,
The Litter,
Babytalk,
Moss Icon,
Fela Kuti,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Real Kids,
Lou Reed,
David McCallum,
Cheater Slicks,
Lou Christie,
Bang On A Can,
The Modern Lovers,
Aswad,
Barrington Levy,
The Invisible,
Joe Smooth,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Techniques,
Ohio Players,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Warren Ellis,
Crispy Ambulance,
Severed Heads,
Dennis Brown,
X-Ray Spex,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Stooges,
The Count Five,
Brand Nubian,
Althea and Donna,
Johnny Osbourne,
Ituana,
Grey Daturas,
Quando Quango, Quando Quango, Quando Quango, Quando Quango.
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.