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 Bolivia and from Tehran.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Derrick Morgan to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Eve St. Jones. All the underground hits.
All Silicon Teens tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Slick Rick record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Echospace,
The Pretty Things,
Aloha Tigers,
Kurtis Blow,
Popol Vuh,
Johnny Clarke,
Pussy Galore,
Cluster,
Guru Guru,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Schoolly D,
Harry Pussy,
Sonic Youth,
Eddi Front,
Panda Bear,
Can,
Arab on Radar,
Dead Boys,
Blake Baxter,
Infiniti,
Theoretical Girls,
Eli Mardock,
Joe Smooth,
Terrestrial Tones,
Cal Tjader,
The Tremeloes,
Warsaw,
Qualms,
The Associates,
Agent Orange,
Archie Shepp,
Neu!,
Ultimate Spinach,
World's Most,
The Flesh Eaters,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Rekid,
The Star Department,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Whodini,
Camberwell Now,
Howard Jones,
Todd Rundgren,
China Crisis,
Judy Mowatt,
Skarface,
The Gladiators,
Audionom,
The Slackers,
Wolf Eyes,
Little Man,
Letta Mbulu,
Brothers Johnson,
John Cale,
Deakin,
David McCallum,
Chris Corsano,
Curtis Mayfield,
Funky Four + One,
Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol.
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.