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 Cuba and from Edmonton.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Bobby Hutcherson to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Model 500. All the underground hits.
All Grauzone tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wally Richardson 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gil Scott Heron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marshall Jefferson,
Scott Walker,
Sam Rivers,
Alice Coltrane,
Piero Umiliani,
The Cowsills,
Prince Buster,
Goldenarms,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Kevin Saunderson,
Blancmange,
Erykah Badu,
Lakeside,
The Litter,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Mandrill,
Davy DMX,
Rufus Thomas,
Animal Collective,
Organ,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Dirtbombs,
The Fugs,
Peter and Kerry,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Ronnie Foster,
Thee Headcoats,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Albert Ayler,
Hot Snakes,
Aural Exciters,
The Modern Lovers,
Bill Wells,
The Techniques,
Fat Boys,
Public Image Ltd.,
Outsiders,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
In Retrospect,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Ultimate Spinach,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Divine Comedy,
Pharoah Sanders,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Simply Red,
Maurizio,
The Move,
The United States of America,
Suburban Knight,
Wings,
Carl Craig,
the Fania All-Stars,
Sun City Girls,
The Smoke,
Faraquet,
Stetsasonic,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Von Mondo,
The Remains, The Remains, The Remains, The Remains.
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.