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 Georgia 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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 Nile Rodgers 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 disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Tres Demented. All the underground hits.
All Gian Franco Pienzio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Al Stewart record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a ABC record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Zapp,
Fat Boys,
Deakin,
Loose Ends,
Mark Hollis,
a-ha,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Robert Görl,
Bill Wells,
Tropical Tobacco,
Warsaw,
Parry Music,
Sällskapet,
Gichy Dan,
The Moody Blues,
Nils Olav,
the Fania All-Stars,
Blancmange,
Moebius,
The Gap Band,
Ornette Coleman,
Howard Jones,
Whodini,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Public Enemy,
Johnny Clarke,
U.S. Maple,
David McCallum,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Albert Ayler,
Arcadia,
Suburban Knight,
Kool Moe Dee,
Porter Ricks,
Archie Shepp,
Goldenarms,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Qualms,
Joensuu 1685,
Ultimate Spinach,
Henry Cow,
Half Japanese,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Yusef Lateef,
Nas,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Curtis Mayfield,
Harry Pussy,
Aswad,
T.S.O.L.,
Deepchord,
Eddi Front,
Pere Ubu,
Bob Dylan,
Swell Maps,
Japan,
World's Most,
The Grass Roots,
Mandrill, Mandrill, Mandrill, Mandrill.
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.