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 Poland and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 güiro 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 Eric Dolphy to the jazz 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 Justin Hinds & The Dominoes. All the underground hits.
All MDC tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ituana record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Motorama record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Byron Stingily,
Derrick May,
Saccharine Trust,
Fatback Band,
Livin' Joy,
Shoche,
Erasure,
Minny Pops,
The Doobie Brothers,
Man Parrish,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Davy DMX,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Sexual Harrassment,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Arcadia,
Glenn Branca,
Ten City,
JFA,
Stereo Dub,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Avey Tare,
Wasted Youth,
Wire,
Quando Quango,
Arab on Radar,
Sparks,
Neil Young,
Derrick Morgan,
Mars,
Tears for Fears,
Mo-Dettes,
Spandau Ballet,
Pierre Henry,
Metal Thangz,
Shuggie Otis,
Hasil Adkins,
Bobby Byrd,
Audionom,
The Pop Group,
Popol Vuh,
The Wake,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Sun Ra,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
D'Angelo,
Tubeway Army,
Sonic Youth,
Slick Rick,
Eli Mardock,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Soul II Soul,
R.M.O.,
Kool Moe Dee,
Gil Scott Heron,
Mark Hollis,
Marc Almond,
The Sonics,
Mad Mike,
Crooked Eye,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Pussy Galore,
Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy.
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.