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 Iceland and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 snare 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 Idris Muhammad to the funk 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 Alison Limerick. All the underground hits.
All Leonard Cohen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tres Demented 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brick record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Invisible,
Ice-T,
The Wake,
Gong,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Roger Hodgson,
Fad Gadget,
The Doobie Brothers,
Arcadia,
Pet Shop Boys,
Mary Jane Girls,
Ten City,
Eric Dolphy,
Con Funk Shun,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Agitation Free,
Hashim,
Jesper Dahlback,
Index,
Funkadelic,
Stockholm Monsters,
Bill Wells,
Babytalk,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Inner City,
Rekid,
Andrew Hill,
Wally Richardson,
Fat Boys,
The Count Five,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Prince Buster,
Brand Nubian,
Little Man,
Dark Day,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Vainqueur,
Das Ding,
Rufus Thomas,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Graham Central Station,
Public Enemy,
Juan Atkins,
Marc Almond,
Hot Snakes,
Boredoms,
Sarah Menescal,
Letta Mbulu,
Schoolly D,
Ponytail,
Rosa Yemen,
Supertramp,
Lower 48,
Whodini,
The Sound,
Basic Channel,
Peter and Kerry,
Slick Rick,
Dennis Brown,
Radio Birdman,
Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock.
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.