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 Andorra and from Beijing.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 marimba 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 Unwound 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 Cybotron. All the underground hits.
All Adolescents tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crispy Ambulance record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fort Wilson Riot record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Count Five,
The Smoke,
Audionom,
The Human League,
Schoolly D,
Freddie Wadling,
Whodini,
Sight & Sound,
Accadde A,
Adolescents,
Rakim,
Mars,
Black Sheep,
The Selecter,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Zero Boys,
Make Up,
The Gap Band,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Man Parrish,
Pere Ubu,
Nick Fraelich,
Jawbox,
Roy Ayers,
E-Dancer,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Associates,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Electric Prunes,
Black Flag,
Tres Demented,
Peter and Kerry,
Ultimate Spinach,
Matthew Bourne,
Curtis Mayfield,
Sandy B,
Charles Mingus,
Blossom Toes,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Happenings,
D'Angelo,
Rod Modell,
DJ Sneak,
Main Source,
Marvin Gaye,
Junior Murvin,
10cc,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
the Soft Cell,
Pulsallama,
Sällskapet,
Funky Four + One,
Sam Rivers,
Skriet,
Marc Almond,
Pet Shop Boys,
David Bowie,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Quadrant,
Patti Smith,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Bill Wells, Bill Wells, Bill Wells, Bill Wells.
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.