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 Belarus and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 rhodes 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 Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Grandmaster Flash. All the underground hits.
All Bauhaus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gerry Rafferty record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an arpeggiator 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 sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pulsallama,
Skaos,
The Pretty Things,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Royal Trux,
Don Cherry,
Ponytail,
The Gladiators,
The Names,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Letta Mbulu,
Nico,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Michelle Simonal,
Eric Copeland,
Connie Case,
Mad Mike,
Lee Hazlewood,
Black Flag,
Terry Callier,
Mary Jane Girls,
Joe Finger,
Harpers Bizarre,
June Days,
Interpol,
Aaron Thompson,
Metal Thangz,
Thee Headcoats,
Black Pus,
Angry Samoans,
Theoretical Girls,
Gang Green,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Black Moon,
X-102,
Funky Four + One,
Main Source,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Joe Smooth,
Pierre Henry,
Sun Ra,
Bill Wells,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Sonics,
Ten City,
Sound Behaviour,
the Normal,
Icehouse,
Shuggie Otis,
Janne Schatter,
Con Funk Shun,
Cecil Taylor,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Desert Stars,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Unwound,
The Last Poets,
Arthur Verocai,
Funkadelic,
John Holt,
Brothers Johnson,
H. Thieme, H. Thieme, H. Thieme, H. Thieme.
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.