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 Rwanda and from Winnipeg.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Au Pairs to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Television Personalities. All the underground hits.
All Matthew Bourne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Newcleus 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harpers Bizarre record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The J.B.'s,
Gabor Szabo,
Kool Moe Dee,
Yaz,
Throbbing Gristle,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
K-Klass,
DJ Sneak,
The Barracudas,
Intrusion,
Avey Tare,
Sun Ra,
Yusef Lateef,
Nik Kershaw,
Ludus,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Porter Ricks,
L. Decosne,
Pole,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Grass Roots,
Agent Orange,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Kevin Saunderson,
DNA,
Chris & Cosey,
Main Source,
Yellowson,
Warren Ellis,
Barrington Levy,
Thompson Twins,
The Last Poets,
Colin Newman,
Man Eating Sloth,
Dennis Brown,
Kayak,
Rod Modell,
FM Einheit,
Black Flag,
Outsiders,
The Pop Group,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Fluxion,
Kas Product,
Ossler,
The Sonics,
the Germs,
The Mummies,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
These Immortal Souls,
Unwound,
MC5,
The Stooges,
The Techniques,
Jacques Brel,
Masters at Work,
Joe Smooth,
Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes.
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.