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 Liechtenstein and from Hong Kong.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 rhodes 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 Peter and Kerry to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Warsaw. All the underground hits.
All Radio Birdman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barrington Levy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 rhodes and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terrestrial Tones record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Metal Thangz,
Tomorrow,
The Monks,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Aural Exciters,
Monks,
World's Most,
David Bowie,
Half Japanese,
Rhythm & Sound,
Delon & Dalcan,
Drive Like Jehu,
Cybotron,
China Crisis,
Blake Baxter,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Rapeman,
B.T. Express,
Quantec,
Joy Division,
the Soft Cell,
Suicide,
Archie Shepp,
The Count Five,
Dawn Penn,
The Fuzztones,
Piero Umiliani,
The Raincoats,
Jesper Dahlback,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
John Coltrane,
Yellowson,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Mars,
Connie Case,
Bluetip,
Symarip,
Minor Threat,
Gang Gang Dance,
Joyce Sims,
Danielle Patucci,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Last Poets,
Sällskapet,
Charles Mingus,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Grauzone,
The Grass Roots,
Junior Murvin,
Althea and Donna,
Hasil Adkins,
Heaven 17,
Sonic Youth,
Derrick May,
Moby Grape,
John Lydon,
Fela Kuti,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Todd Terry,
The Doobie Brothers,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers.
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.