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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Lyon.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 synthesizer 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 Alice Coltrane to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu. All the underground hits.
All Hasil Adkins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ossler 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scan 7,
Barbara Tucker,
Toni Rubio,
Agent Orange,
Lou Christie,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Sun Ra,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Accadde A,
Chrome,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Michelle Simonal,
Gang Green,
Aloha Tigers,
The Buckinghams,
Livin' Joy,
The Doobie Brothers,
Todd Terry,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Simply Red,
Warren Ellis,
Pagans,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Carl Craig,
Eric Dolphy,
Maurizio,
Rapeman,
Boredoms,
Suicide,
Laurel Aitken,
Radiohead,
Deadbeat,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Boz Scaggs,
Black Bananas,
MC5,
Technova,
Country Teasers,
Darondo,
Gichy Dan,
Drive Like Jehu,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Dead C,
Byron Stingily,
Marc Almond,
John Lydon,
Icehouse,
Mars,
Susan Cadogan,
John Holt,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The United States of America,
Half Japanese,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Inner City,
Vainqueur,
Maleditus Sound,
Sonny Sharrock,
Alison Limerick,
Marine Girls,
The Sonics,
Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye.
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.