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 Benin and from Bremen.
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 Bremen and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 mellotron 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 The Fortunes to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 United States of America. All the underground hits.
All Boogie Down Productions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jandek 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 mellotron and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dead C,
Joe Finger,
Fear,
The Move,
Sandy B,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Soul Sonic Force,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Kinks,
Pussy Galore,
The Golliwogs,
This Heat,
Royal Trux,
Lindisfarne,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Traffic Nightmare,
Zapp,
The Slackers,
Harmonia,
Anakelly,
Faraquet,
Spoonie Gee,
Laurel Aitken,
Country Teasers,
Letta Mbulu,
David Axelrod,
Fad Gadget,
A Certain Ratio,
The Fall,
The Tremeloes,
Crooked Eye,
Pulsallama,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Techniques,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Mojo Men,
Ten City,
Anthony Braxton,
Robert Görl,
Jawbox,
Nico,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Technova,
Byron Stingily,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Swell Maps,
Kaleidoscope,
Sun City Girls,
Flamin' Groovies,
Oneida,
Roger Hodgson,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Gun Club,
Lee Hazlewood,
Mission of Burma,
Echospace,
Deadbeat,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Half Japanese,
The Gories,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five.
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.