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 Djibouti and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Shanghai.
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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Eddi Front to the crunk 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 Section 25. All the underground hits.
All Boz Scaggs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oblivians record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alison Limerick record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jacob Miller,
Aswad,
The J.B.'s,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Frankie Knuckles,
ABC,
Tommy Roe,
Das Ding,
Barbara Tucker,
Peter & Gordon,
Stiv Bators,
Skriet,
Fatback Band,
Nas,
Fugazi,
Newcleus,
The Skatalites,
Main Source,
Rakim,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Mars,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Marc Almond,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Residents,
Scratch Acid,
the Normal,
Camouflage,
John Cale,
The Evens,
Darondo,
The Real Kids,
Quadrant,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Terry Callier,
The Mojo Men,
the Germs,
Grey Daturas,
Cecil Taylor,
Fear,
Erykah Badu,
Mark Hollis,
Panda Bear,
Spandau Ballet,
Harry Pussy,
Avey Tare,
The Human League,
The Golliwogs,
Bad Manners,
Pierre Henry,
Cal Tjader,
Pussy Galore,
Sonic Youth,
Alton Ellis,
Anthony Braxton,
The Vogues,
Ralphi Rosario,
Bobby Womack,
Outsiders,
The Mummies,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt.
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.