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 Cape Verde and from Madrid.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 Gichy Dan 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 Rotary Connection. All the underground hits.
All X-102 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every MC5 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Traffic Nightmare record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cosmic Jokers,
Bobby Womack,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Quantec,
U.S. Maple,
Ronan,
Rufus Thomas,
Funky Four + One,
Tears for Fears,
Throbbing Gristle,
Fela Kuti,
Yusef Lateef,
Adolescents,
The Gladiators,
Robert Wyatt,
Big Daddy Kane,
Liliput,
Kaleidoscope,
Aswad,
Piero Umiliani,
Morten Harket,
Carl Craig,
Minor Threat,
Don Cherry,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Seeds,
cv313,
Audionom,
Amon Düül II,
Eric Dolphy,
Accadde A,
Gang of Four,
The Velvet Underground,
Matthew Halsall,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Faraquet,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Blues Magoos,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Zeros,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Public Enemy,
Alphaville,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Man Parrish,
Terrestrial Tones,
Joe Smooth,
The Busters,
Marshall Jefferson,
Nik Kershaw,
New Order,
the Bar-Kays,
Sex Pistols,
Maurizio,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Leaves,
The Raincoats,
The Detroit Cobras,
Zapp,
The Fire Engines,
Lightning Bolt,
Barbara Tucker,
Robert Hood, Robert Hood, Robert Hood, Robert Hood.
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.