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 Belgium and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron 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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Jakarta.
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 L. Decosne to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Echo & the Bunnymen. All the underground hits.
All The Peanut Butter Conspiracy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Manfred Mann's Earth Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boz Scaggs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flipper,
Blake Baxter,
Anakelly,
Hoover,
Audionom,
Rites of Spring,
Dual Sessions,
Gang Starr,
OOIOO,
Mission of Burma,
Matthew Bourne,
Mr. Review,
Bobby Sherman,
Pussy Galore,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Blues Magoos,
CMW,
Jeru the Damaja,
Quadrant,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The J.B.'s,
Sexual Harrassment,
Infiniti,
David Axelrod,
Davy DMX,
Niagra,
Mars,
X-102,
Amon Düül,
Vladislav Delay,
Pantaleimon,
Ken Boothe,
This Heat,
Brick,
Crime,
Isaac Hayes,
Crispy Ambulance,
Derrick Morgan,
The Techniques,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Supertramp,
James White and The Blacks,
Dennis Brown,
Bang On A Can,
B.T. Express,
Slave,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Gladiators,
Amon Düül II,
The New Christs,
Stetsasonic,
Television,
Public Image Ltd.,
Neil Young,
Brothers Johnson,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Seeds,
Glambeats Corp.,
Pantytec,
Main Source,
Howard Jones,
Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy.
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.