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 Slovenia and from Cairo.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 mellotron 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 Junior Murvin to the crunk 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 Mighty Diamonds. All the underground hits.
All Todd Rundgren tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultra Naté 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 güiro and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a DNA record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Public Enemy,
B.T. Express,
T.S.O.L.,
This Heat,
Minnie Riperton,
Don Cherry,
Hoover,
Soul Sonic Force,
Technova,
kango's stein massive,
Ultimate Spinach,
Roy Ayers,
Dark Day,
Brick,
David Axelrod,
The Busters,
Dual Sessions,
Echospace,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Theoretical Girls,
John Coltrane,
The Fuzztones,
Idris Muhammad,
Black Pus,
Moss Icon,
Marc Almond,
The Fire Engines,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Scott Walker,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Infiniti,
Jeff Lynne,
Radio Birdman,
The Dave Clark Five,
Lou Christie,
Howard Jones,
Toni Rubio,
Los Fastidios,
Alphaville,
Intrusion,
New Order,
Loose Ends,
The Young Rascals,
Kaleidoscope,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Albert Ayler,
The Smoke,
Lebanon Hanover,
Eden Ahbez,
Warsaw,
the Slits,
The Divine Comedy,
The Martian,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Robert Hood,
Pantaleimon,
Rakim,
New York Dolls,
Marcia Griffiths,
X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex.
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.