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 Mali and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 sitar 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 Copeland to the crunk 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 Average White Band. All the underground hits.
All Ituana tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thee Headcoats record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sad Lovers and Giants record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nirvana,
Kas Product,
Iggy Pop,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Pierre Henry,
Lalann,
Slick Rick,
Absolute Body Control,
Black Sheep,
Warren Ellis,
Moss Icon,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Modern Lovers,
Nico,
The Blues Magoos,
The Remains,
The Fortunes,
Boz Scaggs,
Reagan Youth,
Swans,
Oneida,
Pussy Galore,
The Searchers,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Quando Quango,
Blake Baxter,
U.S. Maple,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Brass Construction,
The Mojo Men,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Radiopuhelimet,
The J.B.'s,
Rites of Spring,
Minutemen,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Doobie Brothers,
Clear Light,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Maurizio,
Babytalk,
Aloha Tigers,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Durutti Column,
The Victims,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Audionom,
Roxette,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Cecil Taylor,
Camberwell Now,
The Cure,
John Cale,
Mo-Dettes,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Grass Roots,
Mad Mike,
T.S.O.L.,
F. McDonald,
Boogie Down Productions,
Pet Shop Boys,
Quantec, Quantec, Quantec, Quantec.
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.