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 Nigeria and from Tokyo.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the sitar 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 Dual Sessions to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 The Detroit Cobras. All the underground hits.
All The Count Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Byron Stingily 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Don Cherry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Josef K,
Godley & Creme,
Maleditus Sound,
Maurizio,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Agitation Free,
Kayak,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Cameo,
Gong,
Zero Boys,
The Monochrome Set,
Steve Hackett,
The Offenders,
Erykah Badu,
The Invisible,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Stockholm Monsters,
the Association,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Zapp,
The Birthday Party,
Animal Collective,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Ultravox,
Y Pants,
Oblivians,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Alarm Clocks,
Cheater Slicks,
Pole,
Bill Wells,
The United States of America,
Monks,
Colin Newman,
Amon Düül,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Neon Judgement,
The Young Rascals,
Pantaleimon,
Kool Moe Dee,
Theoretical Girls,
The Motions,
Fatback Band,
Jandek,
Yusef Lateef,
ABBA,
Guru Guru,
Pulsallama,
Outsiders,
Grey Daturas,
Suicide,
Gerry Rafferty,
Smog,
Minny Pops,
Kurtis Blow,
Ice-T,
The Toasters,
10cc,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Darondo,
Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke.
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.