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 Peru and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 mellotron 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 The Gories to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Letta Mbulu. All the underground hits.
All Country Teasers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aloha Tigers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Shuggie Otis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Theoretical Girls,
Warsaw,
Ralphi Rosario,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Real Kids,
Model 500,
Blossom Toes,
Mr. Review,
Blake Baxter,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
A Certain Ratio,
The Buckinghams,
The Barracudas,
Ohio Players,
Prince Buster,
Con Funk Shun,
Roxy Music,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Gabor Szabo,
Lakeside,
Blancmange,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Agent Orange,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Simply Red,
X-101,
Grauzone,
Rapeman,
The Fall,
Gang Green,
Au Pairs,
Drive Like Jehu,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Gap Band,
The Sonics,
Royal Trux,
Hot Snakes,
Skaos,
Massinfluence,
Marvin Gaye,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Mummies,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Trojans,
Cecil Taylor,
Suicide,
The Red Krayola,
Barry Ungar,
Boogie Down Productions,
Second Layer,
Colin Newman,
Bush Tetras,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
John Holt,
Quando Quango,
Television,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Pulsallama,
Nas,
Junior Murvin,
New York Dolls,
Basic Channel,
Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd.
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.