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 Colombia and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Bobby Hutcherson to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Crooked Eye. All the underground hits.
All Duran Duran tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Blackbyrds record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 guitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Saints record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stockholm Monsters,
Soft Cell,
Trumans Water,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Barclay James Harvest,
Throbbing Gristle,
Magma,
Traffic Nightmare,
Soul Sonic Force,
Todd Terry,
Television,
the Human League,
Stereo Dub,
Mark Hollis,
Rufus Thomas,
Subhumans,
Pussy Galore,
Absolute Body Control,
X-101,
Swell Maps,
Bill Near,
The Doobie Brothers,
Lee Hazlewood,
Vainqueur,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Martian,
The Fugs,
Kool Moe Dee,
FM Einheit,
Soul II Soul,
The Busters,
Eve St. Jones,
Laurel Aitken,
Warsaw,
Josef K,
The Music Machine,
Lou Reed,
Roger Hodgson,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Walker Brothers,
Nik Kershaw,
Black Sheep,
Scan 7,
Be Bop Deluxe,
David Bowie,
the Normal,
Lou Christie,
The Flesh Eaters,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Chrome,
Juan Atkins,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Spandau Ballet,
Erykah Badu,
LL Cool J,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Brand Nubian,
Arab on Radar,
Ludus, Ludus, Ludus, Ludus.
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.