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 Austria and from New York.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Bremen.
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 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 Michael McDonald 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 JFA to the rock 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 Crispy Ambulance. All the underground hits.
All These Immortal Souls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dark Day record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Trumans Water record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
La Düsseldorf,
The Red Krayola,
Josef K,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Eddi Front,
Fela Kuti,
Donny Hathaway,
Camouflage,
Sparks,
Panda Bear,
U.S. Maple,
Whodini,
Byron Stingily,
The Moleskins,
Scientists,
Janne Schatter,
World's Most,
Robert Wyatt,
the Bar-Kays,
Ronan,
Howard Jones,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Kerri Chandler,
Funkadelic,
The Misunderstood,
Lou Christie,
The Monks,
The Gories,
Crooked Eye,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Lebanon Hanover,
Neil Young,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Sonny Sharrock,
Davy DMX,
The Leaves,
Gong,
Pierre Henry,
Q65,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Lucky Dragons,
The Detroit Cobras,
Nirvana,
Wally Richardson,
Adolescents,
Aaron Thompson,
Pet Shop Boys,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Suicide,
The Doobie Brothers,
Lower 48,
Skriet,
Pole,
Ossler,
Sonic Youth,
Supertramp,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
a-ha,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Terry Callier, Terry Callier, Terry Callier, Terry Callier.
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.