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 Honduras and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 The Offenders to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 De La Soul & Jungle Brothers. All the underground hits.
All The Neon Judgement tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rakim record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Magma record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Misunderstood,
The Blues Magoos,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Star Department,
Infiniti,
Motorama,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Albert Ayler,
Cheater Slicks,
Rites of Spring,
Frankie Knuckles,
Can,
Boz Scaggs,
Lucky Dragons,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Jerry's Kids,
Danielle Patucci,
Thee Headcoats,
Interpol,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Brothers Johnson,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Sparks,
The Remains,
Bobby Byrd,
the Germs,
Public Image Ltd.,
Dennis Brown,
Roxy Music,
8 Eyed Spy,
The J.B.'s,
a-ha,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
kango's stein massive,
Sam Rivers,
Scott Walker,
Girls At Our Best!,
Mo-Dettes,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Guru Guru,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Eden Ahbez,
Derrick May,
LL Cool J,
Eric Copeland,
Oblivians,
Godley & Creme,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Duran Duran,
Grauzone,
Ronan,
Lightning Bolt,
Groovy Waters,
Talk Talk,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light.
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.