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 Venezuela and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 linndrum 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 Age Steppers to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Sonny Sharrock. All the underground hits.
All Surgeon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every China Crisis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 guitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Major Organ And The Adding Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scott Walker,
Simply Red,
Cameo,
Animal Collective,
Stiv Bators,
Supertramp,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Marcia Griffiths,
a-ha,
Nas,
The Slackers,
The Real Kids,
Jeru the Damaja,
Jawbox,
Nation of Ulysses,
Marvin Gaye,
The Moleskins,
Public Enemy,
Robert Görl,
Boz Scaggs,
Pet Shop Boys,
Carl Craig,
Lower 48,
The Skatalites,
The Smiths,
Susan Cadogan,
Accadde A,
ABBA,
Pole,
Thompson Twins,
Johnny Clarke,
Mars,
Howard Jones,
Faust,
Jesper Dahlback,
Royal Trux,
Kool Moe Dee,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
World's Most,
Crooked Eye,
Pussy Galore,
Prince Buster,
The Angels of Light,
Symarip,
E-Dancer,
Con Funk Shun,
The Vogues,
Reagan Youth,
Ohio Players,
Be Bop Deluxe,
June of 44,
Jimmy McGriff,
Kenny Larkin,
Sam Rivers,
Steve Hackett,
Juan Atkins,
Boogie Down Productions,
Flamin' Groovies,
Black Sheep,
Faraquet,
Darondo,
Motorama,
Unrelated Segments,
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.