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 Qatar and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 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 Guru Guru to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Gian Franco Pienzio. All the underground hits.
All Marine Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Agitation Free record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 sitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jimmy McGriff record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Basic Channel,
The Trojans,
Nirvana,
Tubeway Army,
Television Personalities,
Lyres,
Circle Jerks,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Gerry Rafferty,
Kerrie Biddell,
Roy Ayers,
LL Cool J,
Zapp,
Donald Byrd,
Spandau Ballet,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
the Soft Cell,
The Barracudas,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Pretty Things,
The Slits,
Deakin,
Mo-Dettes,
Marine Girls,
Main Source,
Camberwell Now,
Boredoms,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Smog,
Funkadelic,
The Star Department,
James White and The Blacks,
Gichy Dan,
Jimmy McGriff,
H. Thieme,
The Raincoats,
Minnie Riperton,
Jandek,
Silicon Teens,
Kayak,
Unwound,
the Sonics,
Heaven 17,
Cheater Slicks,
Arab on Radar,
Sugar Minott,
Frankie Knuckles,
Blake Baxter,
The Invisible,
Ken Boothe,
the Normal,
Iggy Pop,
The American Breed,
The Buckinghams,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Stereo Dub,
The Busters,
Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack.
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.