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 Georgia and from Manchester.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and London.
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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Donald Byrd to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Agent Orange. All the underground hits.
All Brass Construction tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mars 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 an oboe and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dennis Brown record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Delta 5,
Magazine,
DJ Style,
Pere Ubu,
Amon Düül II,
Harry Pussy,
Warren Ellis,
Gil Scott Heron,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Doobie Brothers,
Tres Demented,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Barracudas,
Bluetip,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Litter,
Mo-Dettes,
The Happenings,
The Trojans,
Barbara Tucker,
Talk Talk,
Tropical Tobacco,
Rhythm & Sound,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Charles Mingus,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Curtis Mayfield,
Judy Mowatt,
Urselle,
The Buckinghams,
Silicon Teens,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Basic Channel,
Michelle Simonal,
Babytalk,
Eli Mardock,
New Age Steppers,
Rotary Connection,
Oblivians,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Stooges,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Guru Guru,
The Smiths,
Scott Walker,
Gong,
Sonny Sharrock,
Television Personalities,
Sun Ra,
Alton Ellis,
Metal Thangz,
Organ,
Barry Ungar,
The Tremeloes,
Andrew Hill,
Funkadelic,
Khruangbin,
Ronan,
The Neon Judgement,
OOIOO,
The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones.
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.