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 Cyprus and from Paris.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 808 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 Crispian St. Peters to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Swans. All the underground hits.
All Talk Talk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Andrew Hill 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a These Immortal Souls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
One Last Wish,
Section 25,
The Moleskins,
Isaac Hayes,
Mad Mike,
Barrington Levy,
Morten Harket,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Schoolly D,
Television Personalities,
Deepchord,
Sound Behaviour,
The Kinks,
Inner City,
Visage,
The Selecter,
James White and The Blacks,
Black Pus,
Reuben Wilson,
Ultra Naté,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Aaron Thompson,
Rotary Connection,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Bang On A Can,
The Durutti Column,
Adolescents,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
World's Most,
Audionom,
Magma,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Beau Brummels,
The Shadows of Knight,
Angry Samoans,
Marshall Jefferson,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Bronski Beat,
Brass Construction,
Absolute Body Control,
the Germs,
Kool Moe Dee,
Lou Christie,
The Neon Judgement,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Slits,
Gang of Four,
The Vogues,
Marvin Gaye,
Kerri Chandler,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Lindisfarne,
Rapeman,
Prince Buster,
the Slits,
Pagans,
Livin' Joy,
The Red Krayola,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Zapp, Zapp, Zapp, Zapp.
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.