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 India and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Andrew Hill to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Chrome. All the underground hits.
All Boz Scaggs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sixth Finger 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jacques Brel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Swans,
Dual Sessions,
The Dave Clark Five,
Robert Görl,
Harmonia,
Zero Boys,
Kenny Larkin,
Black Sheep,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Cymande,
Sällskapet,
Electric Prunes,
Lindisfarne,
Make Up,
Nils Olav,
One Last Wish,
Deakin,
Roxette,
Bill Near,
Tomorrow,
Ten City,
Niagra,
Lyres,
Avey Tare,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Fuzztones,
Sun City Girls,
Unrelated Segments,
PIL,
Hardrive,
the Swans,
the Germs,
Big Daddy Kane,
Eric B and Rakim,
Reuben Wilson,
Bluetip,
JFA,
The Litter,
The Cowsills,
The Vogues,
Harpers Bizarre,
Man Eating Sloth,
Brand Nubian,
The Knickerbockers,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Moody Blues,
Jeru the Damaja,
Alison Limerick,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Saints,
Sister Nancy,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Scratch Acid,
F. McDonald,
Grauzone,
Glenn Branca,
Robert Wyatt,
The Trojans,
Erasure,
Gichy Dan,
Guru Guru, Guru Guru, Guru Guru, Guru Guru.
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.