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 Tuvalu and from Shanghai.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 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 Sällskapet to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Arthur Verocai. All the underground hits.
All Thompson Twins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dark Day record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cecil Taylor record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Zeros,
Curtis Mayfield,
Skriet,
Quando Quango,
The Barracudas,
Marine Girls,
Reuben Wilson,
Barclay James Harvest,
Rufus Thomas,
Stetsasonic,
The Gun Club,
Dorothy Ashby,
Ituana,
James White and The Blacks,
Neu!,
China Crisis,
Jawbox,
Gong,
The J.B.'s,
Laurel Aitken,
Sight & Sound,
Bluetip,
Derrick May,
Matthew Halsall,
Subhumans,
Hoover,
T. Rex,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Kinks,
Nation of Ulysses,
Tubeway Army,
Stockholm Monsters,
Duran Duran,
Roy Ayers,
Susan Cadogan,
Skarface,
Organ,
Echospace,
Eric Dolphy,
Gastr Del Sol,
Sugar Minott,
Depeche Mode,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Darondo,
Desert Stars,
Lyres,
Isaac Hayes,
Agent Orange,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Stiv Bators,
10cc,
Quadrant,
Piero Umiliani,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Pole,
Y Pants,
Con Funk Shun,
A Certain Ratio,
Shoche,
Donald Byrd,
Metal Thangz,
Lalann, Lalann, Lalann, Lalann.
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.