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 Slovakia and from Accra.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Lakeside to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The Durutti Column. All the underground hits.
All Rhythm & Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Beasts of Bourbon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 guitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roy Ayers Ubiquity record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grandmaster Flash,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Pretty Things,
Negative Approach,
Kayak,
The Fuzztones,
Marvin Gaye,
In Retrospect,
Derrick May,
Alphaville,
Don Cherry,
Quantec,
Hoover,
The Count Five,
Monks,
Radiohead,
The Smoke,
Connie Case,
Parry Music,
Siglo XX,
Mad Mike,
The Saints,
Anakelly,
Oblivians,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Maurizio,
LL Cool J,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Hardrive,
Mantronix,
June of 44,
Rod Modell,
Malaria!,
Ken Boothe,
Radiopuhelimet,
X-102,
Sexual Harrassment,
The New Christs,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Ronan,
the Fania All-Stars,
Fugazi,
The Motions,
Rotary Connection,
Pylon,
JFA,
James White and The Blacks,
Dawn Penn,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Lee Hazlewood,
Neil Young,
The Gun Club,
Fatback Band,
Fluxion,
D'Angelo,
Flamin' Groovies,
Soft Cell,
Kenny Larkin,
Bluetip,
Harpers Bizarre,
Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt.
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.