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 Paraguay and from Jakarta.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the 808 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 The Standells to the electroclash 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 Marmalade. All the underground hits.
All Y Pants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hot Snakes 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Funkadelic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cameo,
Neu!,
Deepchord,
The Pop Group,
June of 44,
Buzzcocks,
Spandau Ballet,
Pantytec,
Bobbi Humphrey,
the Sonics,
Angry Samoans,
Bobby Womack,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Alarm Clocks,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Gang of Four,
Davy DMX,
Severed Heads,
Lindisfarne,
Spoonie Gee,
Soul II Soul,
Kurtis Blow,
The Shadows of Knight,
Aural Exciters,
Lalo Schifrin,
David Bowie,
The Durutti Column,
Glenn Branca,
Sandy B,
the Human League,
Loose Ends,
Rites of Spring,
Joey Negro,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Funkadelic,
The Raincoats,
James White and The Blacks,
The Barracudas,
Guru Guru,
Junior Murvin,
Little Man,
Marvin Gaye,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
PIL,
Ice-T,
Con Funk Shun,
Quantec,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Harry Pussy,
Matthew Halsall,
Moebius,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The J.B.'s,
Danielle Patucci,
Tim Buckley,
Unwound,
Yusef Lateef,
the Fania All-Stars,
X-Ray Spex,
Althea and Donna,
Hot Snakes,
The Remains, The Remains, The Remains, The Remains.
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.