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 Sierra Leone and from Edmonton.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 Donald Fagen 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 Manfred Mann's Earth Band to the grime 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 De La Soul & Jungle Brothers. All the underground hits.
All Supertramp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quadrant record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jerry's Kids record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stockholm Monsters,
Isaac Hayes,
Ralphi Rosario,
Eric Dolphy,
Jandek,
Howard Jones,
Symarip,
Procol Harum,
Fela Kuti,
The Angels of Light,
Lou Reed,
Unrelated Segments,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Supertramp,
The Victims,
Q and Not U,
Tubeway Army,
Siglo XX,
the Human League,
Brick,
John Holt,
Bang On A Can,
The Golliwogs,
New Age Steppers,
Model 500,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Yazoo,
The Five Americans,
KRS-One,
Funky Four + One,
Fear,
Tommy Roe,
Absolute Body Control,
Flamin' Groovies,
Crooked Eye,
The Barracudas,
Outsiders,
Alison Limerick,
Pagans,
Agitation Free,
Terry Callier,
Gichy Dan,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
This Heat,
Todd Terry,
Judy Mowatt,
Godley & Creme,
Leonard Cohen,
Johnny Osbourne,
Sound Behaviour,
Joensuu 1685,
Barry Ungar,
DJ Style,
Bobby Byrd,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Evens,
The Vogues,
Groovy Waters,
The Durutti Column,
Josef K,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Piero Umiliani,
Depeche Mode,
Index, Index, Index, Index.
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.