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 Uzbekistan and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Cairo.
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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Young Marble Giants to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Roy Ayers. All the underground hits.
All Trumans Water tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Soft Cell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flamin' Groovies record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dual Sessions,
Gil Scott Heron,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Nirvana,
Ken Boothe,
Rakim,
Metal Thangz,
Radiopuhelimet,
Mandrill,
Black Pus,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Avey Tare,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Don Cherry,
the Normal,
The Red Krayola,
Barrington Levy,
Jesper Dahlback,
Scion,
Sight & Sound,
Mantronix,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Wings,
The Happenings,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Harry Pussy,
Rhythm & Sound,
Scratch Acid,
Au Pairs,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Gun Club,
Soulsonic Force,
Gabor Szabo,
E-Dancer,
Donald Byrd,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Smiths,
The Moody Blues,
Flash Fearless,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Slits,
Depeche Mode,
Danielle Patucci,
Shuggie Otis,
Aloha Tigers,
D'Angelo,
Soul Sonic Force,
Roxy Music,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Glambeats Corp.,
Robert Wyatt,
The Gap Band,
Patti Smith,
The Alarm Clocks,
Fat Boys,
Livin' Joy,
Groovy Waters,
Terry Callier,
Bill Near,
Bootsy Collins,
John Coltrane,
Joe Smooth,
Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas.
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.