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 Germany and from Edmonton.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 rhodes 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 Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Thinking Fellers Union Local 282. All the underground hits.
All Mandrill tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Loose Ends 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lafayette Afro Rock Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New Age Steppers,
The Misunderstood,
Curtis Mayfield,
Accadde A,
John Lydon,
The Velvet Underground,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Matthew Bourne,
Wire,
MDC,
Country Teasers,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Funkadelic,
Alton Ellis,
Mandrill,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Joey Negro,
Tommy Roe,
David McCallum,
The Seeds,
Eurythmics,
Peter & Gordon,
Dorothy Ashby,
Nils Olav,
Boogie Down Productions,
Eddi Front,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Motions,
Prince Buster,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Remains,
Urselle,
Brothers Johnson,
Soft Cell,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Detroit Cobras,
DNA,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
David Axelrod,
The Slits,
the Germs,
Grey Daturas,
DJ Sneak,
Saccharine Trust,
Tomorrow,
Joensuu 1685,
Godley & Creme,
Eden Ahbez,
Chris & Cosey,
Negative Approach,
Yusef Lateef,
Loose Ends,
Au Pairs,
Roy Ayers,
Sight & Sound,
Yellowson,
Guru Guru,
Radio Birdman,
Banda Bassotti,
Schoolly D,
Unrelated Segments,
Neu!,
Supertramp, Supertramp, Supertramp, Supertramp.
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.