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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Philadelphia.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Anthony Braxton to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 J.B.'s. All the underground hits.
All Josef K tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Con Funk Shun record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 güiro and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Susan Cadogan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brick,
Schoolly D,
Nas,
Wasted Youth,
Talk Talk,
Radiopuhelimet,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Smoke,
One Last Wish,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Lower 48,
Metal Thangz,
Mo-Dettes,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Man Parrish,
Intrusion,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Don Cherry,
Kayak,
Blake Baxter,
The Monochrome Set,
K-Klass,
The Fortunes,
The Slackers,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Pagans,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Amon Düül,
D'Angelo,
Rufus Thomas,
Joyce Sims,
Max Romeo,
Ornette Coleman,
The Gladiators,
Bobby Womack,
Rakim,
The Tremeloes,
Jimmy McGriff,
Pussy Galore,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Hashim,
Symarip,
The Gun Club,
10cc,
Accadde A,
Ultimate Spinach,
Blancmange,
Vainqueur,
Matthew Bourne,
Excepter,
The Human League,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Sonic Youth,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Busters,
Altered Images,
Kerrie Biddell,
Monks,
Stereo Dub,
Qualms,
The Fire Engines,
Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley.
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.