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 Comoros and from Seoul.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Motions to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Make Up. All the underground hits.
All Neil Young & Crazy Horse tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Q and Not U 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 an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Talk Talk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Buckinghams,
D'Angelo,
The Index,
Black Sheep,
Soulsonic Force,
Quantec,
Nik Kershaw,
The Busters,
The Music Machine,
Blake Baxter,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Half Japanese,
The Monks,
The Misunderstood,
Sonny Sharrock,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Outsiders,
The Happenings,
John Foxx,
Prince Buster,
Dorothy Ashby,
Niagra,
Accadde A,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Babytalk,
China Crisis,
Minutemen,
R.M.O.,
The Blackbyrds,
The Grass Roots,
Circle Jerks,
The Motions,
Youth Brigade,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Mojo Men,
Fugazi,
The Durutti Column,
Pantaleimon,
One Last Wish,
Scion,
Byron Stingily,
U.S. Maple,
Massinfluence,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Fortunes,
Das Ding,
David Axelrod,
Zapp,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
the Normal,
Ponytail,
The Blues Magoos,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Five Americans,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Joensuu 1685,
Lebanon Hanover,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Con Funk Shun,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk.
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.