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 Mozambique and from Glasgow.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 harpsichord 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 Roy Ayers to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Rekid. All the underground hits.
All The Sonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mad Mike 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Groovy Waters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Technova,
Fear,
Derrick Morgan,
Deepchord,
Delta 5,
Excepter,
Robert Hood,
Second Layer,
Sparks,
Terrestrial Tones,
Scrapy,
John Coltrane,
Erykah Badu,
Royal Trux,
Girls At Our Best!,
Banda Bassotti,
Warren Ellis,
Livin' Joy,
The Velvet Underground,
Robert Wyatt,
Talk Talk,
Johnny Osbourne,
Isaac Hayes,
Whodini,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Five Americans,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Subhumans,
Eve St. Jones,
Kool Moe Dee,
Eddi Front,
Kerri Chandler,
Tubeway Army,
DJ Sneak,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Ituana,
Pere Ubu,
Panda Bear,
Neil Young,
Adolescents,
Blancmange,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Harpers Bizarre,
Yellowson,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Josef K,
Model 500,
Arcadia,
The Moleskins,
Charles Mingus,
Television Personalities,
Eric B and Rakim,
Half Japanese,
Intrusion,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Bizarre Inc.,
Ohio Players,
Amazonics,
kango's stein massive,
Junior Murvin,
Reagan Youth,
Shuggie Otis,
Quadrant, Quadrant, Quadrant, Quadrant.
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.