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 Spokane.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the guitar 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 Gichy Dan to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Music Machine. All the underground hits.
All The Sonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dawn Penn 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nico 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?
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Leonard Cohen,
Visage,
Q65,
Pylon,
Roy Ayers,
Los Fastidios,
Altered Images,
Cluster,
Von Mondo,
Pulsallama,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Metal Thangz,
Bill Wells,
Sparks,
Siglo XX,
Goldenarms,
Index,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Mojo Men,
Marcia Griffiths,
Angry Samoans,
Scrapy,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Country Teasers,
Darondo,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Moebius,
Ronan,
Quadrant,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Cowsills,
The Skatalites,
The Moleskins,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Letta Mbulu,
Section 25,
Gerry Rafferty,
New Age Steppers,
Roxette,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Idris Muhammad,
Talk Talk,
The Martian,
Grey Daturas,
Sight & Sound,
Infiniti,
The Angels of Light,
Inner City,
Don Cherry,
Con Funk Shun,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Yusef Lateef,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Lungfish,
Soul II Soul,
Fad Gadget,
Ken Boothe,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Unwound, Unwound, Unwound, Unwound.
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.