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 Guinea-Bissau and from Winnipeg.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and London.
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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Manfred Mann's Earth Band to the rock 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 The Durutti Column. All the underground hits.
All Average White Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobbi Humphrey record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thee Headcoats record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Delta 5,
Brand Nubian,
Cameo,
Donald Byrd,
Rosa Yemen,
Letta Mbulu,
Prince Buster,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Neon Judgement,
The Standells,
Mission of Burma,
David Axelrod,
Charles Mingus,
Radiohead,
Zero Boys,
H. Thieme,
Procol Harum,
Rakim,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Invisible,
The Angels of Light,
New York Dolls,
Flash Fearless,
The Alarm Clocks,
James White and The Blacks,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Jacques Brel,
The Remains,
kango's stein massive,
Byron Stingily,
Marvin Gaye,
ABC,
Radio Birdman,
Suburban Knight,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Mark Hollis,
Hasil Adkins,
The Monochrome Set,
DJ Style,
Bob Dylan,
The Toasters,
Archie Shepp,
The Saints,
The Smiths,
Bang On A Can,
T.S.O.L.,
The Velvet Underground,
Pulsallama,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Drexciya,
Motorama,
La Düsseldorf,
Pagans,
Gichy Dan,
Blake Baxter,
L. Decosne,
The Modern Lovers,
Lindisfarne,
Jimmy McGriff,
Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood.
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.