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 Niger and from Shanghai.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 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 Smog to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Alice Coltrane. All the underground hits.
All Peter & Gordon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thompson Twins 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sly & The Family Stone record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Walker Brothers,
cv313,
Von Mondo,
Dead Boys,
Arcadia,
Danielle Patucci,
Letta Mbulu,
Grey Daturas,
Bush Tetras,
Maleditus Sound,
Basic Channel,
Qualms,
KRS-One,
Monolake,
Slick Rick,
Suburban Knight,
Tears for Fears,
Minutemen,
Talk Talk,
Roxy Music,
JFA,
Max Romeo,
Outsiders,
Massinfluence,
Chrome,
Anakelly,
Sarah Menescal,
Clear Light,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Mars,
Essential Logic,
Desert Stars,
Sonny Sharrock,
Second Layer,
Bill Wells,
John Coltrane,
The Star Department,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Motions,
The Mojo Men,
Ituana,
Matthew Bourne,
B.T. Express,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Black Moon,
The Vogues,
Eric Dolphy,
Ossler,
The Angels of Light,
Skaos,
Organ,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Japan,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Archie Shepp,
Simply Red,
Symarip,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Schoolly D,
Sight & Sound,
The Grass Roots,
Jacob Miller,
Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd.
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.