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 Sri Lanka and from Sao Paulo.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Rhythm & Sound to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 DNA. All the underground hits.
All Black Pus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun Ra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Motions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roy Ayers,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Index,
The Dead C,
Theoretical Girls,
Amazonics,
Pulsallama,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Alice Coltrane,
Ossler,
Amon Düül II,
Althea and Donna,
Con Funk Shun,
The Happenings,
Andrew Hill,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Blues Magoos,
Deakin,
Roxette,
Sparks,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Altered Images,
Cameo,
Johnny Clarke,
Jawbox,
Glambeats Corp.,
Bill Near,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Doors,
Rekid,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Red Krayola,
Harmonia,
Sonny Sharrock,
Duran Duran,
Section 25,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Interpol,
Leonard Cohen,
Thompson Twins,
Chris Corsano,
Danielle Patucci,
Boredoms,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Walker Brothers,
Dave Gahan,
The J.B.'s,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Vainqueur,
MC5,
Girls At Our Best!,
Metal Thangz,
Tropical Tobacco,
Franke,
Moby Grape,
Bob Dylan,
Aaron Thompson,
Dennis Brown,
The Names, The Names, The Names, The Names.
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.