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 Liechtenstein and from Houston.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Salvador.
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 synthesizer 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 Bootsy's Rubber Band to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Big Daddy Kane. All the underground hits.
All Junior Murvin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David McCallum record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bad Manners record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Golliwogs,
John Holt,
Nas,
Ossler,
K-Klass,
Wally Richardson,
This Heat,
Shuggie Otis,
Josef K,
Joey Negro,
Livin' Joy,
Vainqueur,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
the Slits,
Barrington Levy,
Mary Jane Girls,
Joe Smooth,
Tubeway Army,
Camberwell Now,
The Monks,
Pole,
Public Image Ltd.,
Crooked Eye,
Alison Limerick,
Nirvana,
the Germs,
Roger Hodgson,
Marine Girls,
Althea and Donna,
Lungfish,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Depeche Mode,
Maurizio,
Jeru the Damaja,
JFA,
Sonny Sharrock,
Hoover,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
a-ha,
The Misunderstood,
R.M.O.,
Brand Nubian,
Ken Boothe,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
T. Rex,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Idris Muhammad,
Liliput,
Todd Rundgren,
Half Japanese,
The Gap Band,
Matthew Bourne,
Organ,
Second Layer,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Dual Sessions,
Mission of Burma,
David Bowie,
Charles Mingus,
Interpol,
Robert Hood, Robert Hood, Robert Hood, Robert Hood.
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.