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 Bangladesh and from London.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the oboe 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 Skarface to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Kerrie Biddell. All the underground hits.
All Icehouse tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ajijia Myrayebe record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 mellotron and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pylon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
EPMD,
The Count Five,
Johnny Clarke,
Lower 48,
Nation of Ulysses,
KRS-One,
the Soft Cell,
The Kinks,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Funky Four + One,
Gastr Del Sol,
Tears for Fears,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Alarm Clocks,
Malaria!,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Fela Kuti,
MC5,
John Cale,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Young Rascals,
Franke,
the Bar-Kays,
Joey Negro,
Zapp,
Electric Prunes,
Donny Hathaway,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Smiths,
Deakin,
Outsiders,
Organ,
Talk Talk,
Jesper Dahlback,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
MDC,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Moby Grape,
World's Most,
Sexual Harrassment,
Graham Central Station,
Don Cherry,
The Seeds,
The Modern Lovers,
Newcleus,
Joe Finger,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Visage,
Robert Görl,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Fugs,
Funkadelic,
The Monochrome Set,
Patti Smith,
Tim Buckley,
Faust,
Bobby Hutcherson,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs.
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.