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 Ecuador and from Copenhagen.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Albert Ayler to the rap 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 Doors. All the underground hits.
All Lalo Schifrin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Derrick May 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a World's Most record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jimmy McGriff,
Barbara Tucker,
These Immortal Souls,
The Motions,
The Fuzztones,
The Angels of Light,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Pantytec,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Girls At Our Best!,
Yaz,
the Human League,
Erykah Badu,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
the Fania All-Stars,
Electric Light Orchestra,
a-ha,
Monolake,
The Knickerbockers,
The United States of America,
New York Dolls,
Das Ding,
Average White Band,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Khruangbin,
Duran Duran,
X-102,
Roxette,
the Germs,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Sonic Youth,
Don Cherry,
Audionom,
Aswad,
Johnny Clarke,
Neu!,
Rekid,
Hardrive,
Warsaw,
Scan 7,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Count Five,
DJ Style,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Desert Stars,
The Gories,
Sonny Sharrock,
Joe Smooth,
Sarah Menescal,
New Age Steppers,
Lalann,
The Young Rascals,
The Walker Brothers,
KRS-One,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Country Teasers,
Neil Young,
The Buckinghams,
Matthew Bourne,
Sugar Minott,
Skriet,
The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s.
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.