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 Iran and from Seoul.
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 Seoul and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Ohio Players to the techno 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 Bar-Kays. All the underground hits.
All Blake Baxter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Motorama record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sound Behaviour record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Star Department,
Johnny Osbourne,
Boredoms,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Erasure,
June of 44,
Albert Ayler,
Amazonics,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
K-Klass,
Soul II Soul,
Newcleus,
the Slits,
Trumans Water,
T. Rex,
Tres Demented,
Sarah Menescal,
UT,
The Happenings,
Bush Tetras,
Ultimate Spinach,
Youth Brigade,
Girls At Our Best!,
Sex Pistols,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Wings,
Amon Düül,
Soft Cell,
the Fania All-Stars,
Peter and Kerry,
Donny Hathaway,
Lucky Dragons,
Matthew Halsall,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Parry Music,
Wally Richardson,
Ronnie Foster,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Joensuu 1685,
The Searchers,
Cybotron,
The J.B.'s,
The Leaves,
Siglo XX,
Kayak,
Jacques Brel,
Swell Maps,
the Association,
Spandau Ballet,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
EPMD,
FM Einheit,
ABBA,
The Count Five,
Pagans,
The Slackers,
Fugazi,
Dawn Penn,
Anakelly,
Essential Logic,
Circle Jerks,
Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators.
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.