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 Mauritania and from Tokyo.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Edmonton.
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 808 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 Arcadia to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Ultramagnetic MC's. All the underground hits.
All Slave tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Larry & the Blue Notes 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Piero Umiliani record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fluxion,
Tubeway Army,
Gabor Szabo,
Pussy Galore,
Fad Gadget,
Zero Boys,
The Smiths,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Curtis Mayfield,
Piero Umiliani,
Fatback Band,
Sandy B,
Matthew Halsall,
D'Angelo,
Mantronix,
ABC,
Technova,
The Young Rascals,
Eric Copeland,
Roger Hodgson,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
DJ Style,
Aural Exciters,
Main Source,
Jandek,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Funky Four + One,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Gang of Four,
Public Image Ltd.,
Wings,
The Pretty Things,
Iggy Pop,
Johnny Clarke,
Saccharine Trust,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Skaos,
Jesper Dahlback,
Thompson Twins,
The Last Poets,
Dead Boys,
Rekid,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Shoche,
Agent Orange,
The Fall,
Theoretical Girls,
Babytalk,
Ohio Players,
Sugar Minott,
The Happenings,
Throbbing Gristle,
Tommy Roe,
Lungfish,
F. McDonald,
Black Flag,
Ituana,
Marmalade,
Heaven 17, Heaven 17, Heaven 17, Heaven 17.
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.