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 Thailand and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 Boz Scaggs to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Metal Thangz. All the underground hits.
All Matthew Halsall tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Matthew Bourne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 808 and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Public Image Ltd. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Misunderstood,
Laurel Aitken,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Funky Four + One,
Michelle Simonal,
The Monks,
Crispy Ambulance,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Young Rascals,
The Moleskins,
Donny Hathaway,
Ossler,
B.T. Express,
Junior Murvin,
Eurythmics,
Cluster,
Kaleidoscope,
John Cale,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Letta Mbulu,
Derrick Morgan,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Monks,
Stereo Dub,
The Velvet Underground,
Marine Girls,
Man Eating Sloth,
Television,
Marc Almond,
The Leaves,
Scion,
The Offenders,
Radiohead,
R.M.O.,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Jawbox,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Panda Bear,
48th St. Collective,
The Birthday Party,
Alton Ellis,
New York Dolls,
Mary Jane Girls,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Drexciya,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Blancmange,
Kayak,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Gang Starr,
Byron Stingily,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Animal Collective,
Kerrie Biddell,
DJ Style,
Pulsallama,
New Age Steppers,
Cheater Slicks,
LL Cool J,
Infiniti,
the Fania All-Stars,
Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson.
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.