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 Dominican Republic and from Lagos.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 güiro 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 Yusef Lateef to the grunge 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 Blossom Toes. All the underground hits.
All Robert Wyatt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sandy B record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Oblivians record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yazoo,
Stereo Dub,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Ultra Naté,
Lyres,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Faust,
The Velvet Underground,
Godley & Creme,
The Fortunes,
Subhumans,
The Zeros,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Al Stewart,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Lalo Schifrin,
Gerry Rafferty,
Crispy Ambulance,
Wolf Eyes,
Lebanon Hanover,
Tears for Fears,
Hoover,
Bobby Sherman,
Public Image Ltd.,
Chrome,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Radio Birdman,
Alice Coltrane,
The Pop Group,
The Doobie Brothers,
FM Einheit,
LL Cool J,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Harry Pussy,
Boogie Down Productions,
Kool Moe Dee,
Todd Terry,
Q and Not U,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Grass Roots,
Monolake,
Guru Guru,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Deakin,
John Lydon,
JFA,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Eric B and Rakim,
Panda Bear,
Amazonics,
Jacob Miller,
The Star Department,
Tom Boy,
John Cale,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Dave Gahan,
Royal Trux, Royal Trux, Royal Trux, Royal Trux.
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.