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 Thailand and from Copenhagen.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 10cc to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Steve Hackett. All the underground hits.
All Delon & Dalcan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gian Franco Pienzio 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a marimba 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 theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scion,
The Slits,
Rotary Connection,
Eric B and Rakim,
Japan,
Brick,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Joe Smooth,
Blake Baxter,
Donald Byrd,
Quantec,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Bush Tetras,
Rosa Yemen,
Franke,
MC5,
Sam Rivers,
Nas,
The Seeds,
Patti Smith,
Mark Hollis,
Outsiders,
Skaos,
Cal Tjader,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Black Dice,
Frankie Knuckles,
Kayak,
Metal Thangz,
X-Ray Spex,
Scott Walker,
U.S. Maple,
Lalann,
Gil Scott Heron,
Tubeway Army,
The Vogues,
B.T. Express,
Thee Headcoats,
Grey Daturas,
The Grass Roots,
Jawbox,
The Human League,
Unrelated Segments,
One Last Wish,
Excepter,
Unwound,
Dawn Penn,
Matthew Bourne,
Black Moon,
Black Pus,
Lindisfarne,
Brand Nubian,
World's Most,
Bluetip,
Faraquet,
Lalo Schifrin,
Derrick May,
Jacob Miller,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Marvin Gaye,
Agitation Free,
The Mummies,
Man Eating Sloth,
Yellowson,
The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood.
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.