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 Andorra and from Manila.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 oboe 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 Rhythim Is Rhythim to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Massinfluence. All the underground hits.
All U.S. Maple tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soulsonic Force record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a T. Rex record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
It's A Beautiful Day,
Animal Collective,
Aswad,
Dennis Brown,
Traffic Nightmare,
Yellowson,
Blancmange,
The Monks,
Donny Hathaway,
EPMD,
The Human League,
Skriet,
The Pop Group,
Mandrill,
Cluster,
the Sonics,
Deadbeat,
China Crisis,
Neu!,
DJ Sneak,
Alphaville,
K-Klass,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Mars,
Matthew Halsall,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Drexciya,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Stereo Dub,
Johnny Osbourne,
Curtis Mayfield,
Harry Pussy,
Soul II Soul,
Yaz,
The Zeros,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
10cc,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Motions,
John Coltrane,
Don Cherry,
Sexual Harrassment,
Cecil Taylor,
The Fuzztones,
Rotary Connection,
Youth Brigade,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Black Dice,
Thee Headcoats,
Negative Approach,
Connie Case,
Theoretical Girls,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Sound Behaviour,
Frankie Knuckles,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Index,
Pantytec,
Moby Grape,
Severed Heads,
Johnny Clarke,
The Knickerbockers,
Rapeman, Rapeman, Rapeman, Rapeman.
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.