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 the UAE and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 organ 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 Notorious Big And Bone Thugs to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Techniques. All the underground hits.
All Funkadelic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Newcleus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Chocolate Watch Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bill Wells,
Harpers Bizarre,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Pussy Galore,
The Mojo Men,
Livin' Joy,
Panda Bear,
Cecil Taylor,
the Slits,
The Pop Group,
Qualms,
PIL,
Roxette,
Kurtis Blow,
In Retrospect,
Essential Logic,
U.S. Maple,
Ponytail,
Banda Bassotti,
Howard Jones,
Groovy Waters,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Q65,
The Velvet Underground,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Sound,
Los Fastidios,
The Flesh Eaters,
Matthew Bourne,
Slick Rick,
The Buckinghams,
Excepter,
Mars,
Jacob Miller,
Wasted Youth,
Connie Case,
the Human League,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Audionom,
The Offenders,
The Victims,
Quantec,
Lindisfarne,
Moby Grape,
Bob Dylan,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Vogues,
Albert Ayler,
These Immortal Souls,
Unwound,
Surgeon,
Wally Richardson,
Mandrill,
R.M.O.,
Organ,
Aswad,
Piero Umiliani,
Amazonics,
Lakeside, Lakeside, Lakeside, Lakeside.
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.