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 Finland and from Houston.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the snare 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 West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band to the rap 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 Rakim. All the underground hits.
All The American Breed tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eve St. Jones record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gerry Rafferty record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cymande,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Isaac Hayes,
The Leaves,
Livin' Joy,
Stiv Bators,
Andrew Hill,
10cc,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Mo-Dettes,
Derrick May,
Parry Music,
Piero Umiliani,
Kayak,
Mark Hollis,
Absolute Body Control,
Ultravox,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Jacques Brel,
Soft Cell,
Dorothy Ashby,
Con Funk Shun,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Tubeway Army,
Traffic Nightmare,
Quantec,
Aloha Tigers,
Nils Olav,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
FM Einheit,
Jawbox,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Infiniti,
Trumans Water,
Gregory Isaacs,
Accadde A,
Inner City,
Suburban Knight,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Dave Clark Five,
Flipper,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The American Breed,
Steve Hackett,
The Birthday Party,
Sound Behaviour,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
John Lydon,
The Durutti Column,
Little Man,
The Smiths,
Vainqueur,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Jacob Miller,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
The Blues Magoos,
U.S. Maple,
Hoover,
DJ Style, DJ Style, DJ Style, DJ Style.
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.