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 Seychelles and from Houston.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Schoolly D to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Harry Pussy. All the underground hits.
All The Leaves tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Simply Red 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thompson Twins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deadbeat,
The Golliwogs,
PIL,
Quantec,
Tim Buckley,
The Trojans,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Slackers,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Eric Dolphy,
The Fugs,
Delon & Dalcan,
DNA,
Aswad,
Wolf Eyes,
Arcadia,
Robert Hood,
Interpol,
The Fall,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Smog,
Kas Product,
Ituana,
Wasted Youth,
The Red Krayola,
Dawn Penn,
The Standells,
The Real Kids,
The Flesh Eaters,
Supertramp,
Massinfluence,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Lindisfarne,
Todd Terry,
U.S. Maple,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Excepter,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Heaven 17,
The Dave Clark Five,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Minor Threat,
Lucky Dragons,
Ice-T,
John Cale,
Technova,
Josef K,
Rhythm & Sound,
Barrington Levy,
Delta 5,
John Coltrane,
EPMD,
Half Japanese,
Silicon Teens,
Con Funk Shun,
Boz Scaggs,
Sex Pistols,
Mantronix,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Monochrome Set,
Scott Walker, Scott Walker, Scott Walker, Scott Walker.
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.