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 Mozambique and from Lille.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Jakarta.
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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the marimba 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 New York Dolls to the grime 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 The Doobie Brothers. All the underground hits.
All The Modern Lovers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lucky Dragons record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Guru Guru record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Symarip,
Toni Rubio,
Royal Trux,
Anthony Braxton,
Los Fastidios,
Pere Ubu,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Scientists,
Tim Buckley,
Pulsallama,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Max Romeo,
Charles Mingus,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Ronan,
R.M.O.,
Country Teasers,
Dark Day,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Terrestrial Tones,
Deepchord,
The Searchers,
Junior Murvin,
Organ,
the Normal,
the Sonics,
Icehouse,
Bobby Sherman,
the Human League,
The Stooges,
Joyce Sims,
Panda Bear,
The Evens,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Thee Headcoats,
Amon Düül,
Soft Machine,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Easy Going,
This Heat,
The Mummies,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Mark Hollis,
Minny Pops,
Rapeman,
The Seeds,
Con Funk Shun,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Gun Club,
Arcadia,
Mission of Burma,
The Invisible,
Alice Coltrane,
Jeff Mills,
Warsaw,
Bill Wells,
The Remains,
T. Rex,
Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily.
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.