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 Belize and from Edmonton.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Paris.
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 organ 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 Heavy D & The Boyz to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Dirtbombs. All the underground hits.
All Shoche tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every London Community Gospel Choir record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Electric Light Orchestra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Judy Mowatt,
Oblivians,
Mars,
Matthew Halsall,
Clear Light,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Tres Demented,
Tubeway Army,
Bang On A Can,
Yellowson,
Black Sheep,
Leonard Cohen,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Massinfluence,
Rakim,
Bob Dylan,
Lou Reed,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Lakeside,
Essential Logic,
Robert Hood,
OOIOO,
Q and Not U,
Godley & Creme,
Rosa Yemen,
Faust,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Camberwell Now,
Cymande,
Nirvana,
Supertramp,
Warsaw,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Mantronix,
Todd Terry,
Monks,
The Barracudas,
Wire,
Scientists,
Alice Coltrane,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Birthday Party,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Harpers Bizarre,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Unrelated Segments,
The Trojans,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Nation of Ulysses,
Mary Jane Girls,
Dual Sessions,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Accadde A,
Shuggie Otis,
Metal Thangz,
Cal Tjader,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Doors,
Gang Starr,
the Human League,
The Remains,
Hardrive,
Delon & Dalcan,
Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback.
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.