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 Honduras and from Columbus.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 Lungfish to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Jawbox. All the underground hits.
All Radio Birdman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neu! 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amazonics,
Brothers Johnson,
Anthony Braxton,
The Litter,
Monks,
Dark Day,
The Neon Judgement,
The Dirtbombs,
Intrusion,
Mad Mike,
Joe Finger,
The Alarm Clocks,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Black Moon,
Soulsonic Force,
Schoolly D,
New York Dolls,
Lucky Dragons,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Bronski Beat,
Joy Division,
Jandek,
Little Man,
Malaria!,
Icehouse,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Stooges,
L. Decosne,
Avey Tare,
KRS-One,
Fat Boys,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Boredoms,
The Detroit Cobras,
Radio Birdman,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Technova,
Infiniti,
Ice-T,
Al Stewart,
Franke,
Minny Pops,
Matthew Bourne,
Gong,
Joey Negro,
Nas,
Slick Rick,
The Black Dice,
Von Mondo,
The Selecter,
Harmonia,
Jerry's Kids,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Electric Prunes,
Moss Icon,
K-Klass,
Johnny Clarke,
Stereo Dub,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers.
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.