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 Solomon Islands and from Mumbai.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the organ 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 Dennis Brown to the techno 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 Gang Starr. All the underground hits.
All Danielle Patucci tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Desert Stars record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 chamberlin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Matthew Halsall record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Half Japanese,
The Smoke,
The Saints,
Ossler,
Gil Scott Heron,
Buzzcocks,
Aswad,
Pantaleimon,
Black Flag,
Franke,
Q and Not U,
The Gories,
Michelle Simonal,
the Swans,
Flash Fearless,
Davy DMX,
10cc,
the Fania All-Stars,
Smog,
The Happenings,
Bluetip,
Porter Ricks,
Fugazi,
Index,
Sixth Finger,
Colin Newman,
the Soft Cell,
Subhumans,
Boogie Down Productions,
8 Eyed Spy,
Blancmange,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Animal Collective,
Average White Band,
Supertramp,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Invisible,
Roger Hodgson,
Mr. Review,
Basic Channel,
The Barracudas,
In Retrospect,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Roxette,
Jimmy McGriff,
Whodini,
Reagan Youth,
KRS-One,
James White and The Blacks,
Aural Exciters,
Arthur Verocai,
Von Mondo,
Slave,
Dorothy Ashby,
Pulsallama,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Mary Jane Girls,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Procol Harum,
The Wake,
The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes.
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.