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 Seoul.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Bremen.
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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Dead C 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 Sugar Minott. All the underground hits.
All La Düsseldorf tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rites of Spring 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alton Ellis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dawn Penn,
AZ,
Bill Wells,
Soulsonic Force,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Supertramp,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Modern Lovers,
Flipper,
The Red Krayola,
Don Cherry,
Eden Ahbez,
Ultimate Spinach,
Wolf Eyes,
Mandrill,
Alton Ellis,
the Association,
David McCallum,
Eurythmics,
The Busters,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Sällskapet,
Deakin,
Janne Schatter,
Peter and Kerry,
Con Funk Shun,
Mad Mike,
Brick,
Robert Görl,
The Golliwogs,
Gabor Szabo,
Cybotron,
The Electric Prunes,
Nils Olav,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
L. Decosne,
Niagra,
Fat Boys,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Dark Day,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Cluster,
Jawbox,
The Techniques,
MC5,
Radiopuhelimet,
Flash Fearless,
Rhythm & Sound,
Heaven 17,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Skriet,
The Doobie Brothers,
Erasure,
Eric B and Rakim,
Moby Grape,
The Gun Club,
Traffic Nightmare,
Scrapy,
Oblivians, Oblivians, Oblivians, Oblivians.
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.