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 Algeria and from Johannesburg.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 guitar 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 Skaos to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Tropical Tobacco. All the underground hits.
All The Misunderstood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radiohead record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 sitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Magma record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moss Icon,
Jeru the Damaja,
Sister Nancy,
FM Einheit,
Liliput,
X-101,
Marmalade,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Kool Moe Dee,
David McCallum,
Supertramp,
Popol Vuh,
Glambeats Corp.,
Moebius,
the Bar-Kays,
Desert Stars,
Prince Buster,
Tom Boy,
Alton Ellis,
Von Mondo,
Eli Mardock,
Fluxion,
Lakeside,
The Monochrome Set,
Japan,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Bootsy Collins,
Marcia Griffiths,
OOIOO,
Michelle Simonal,
Bobby Sherman,
Panda Bear,
Crispy Ambulance,
the Germs,
Qualms,
Grauzone,
Make Up,
Nils Olav,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Radiopuhelimet,
Surgeon,
The Pretty Things,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Index,
The Blues Magoos,
Brick,
The Fuzztones,
Procol Harum,
Hot Snakes,
Pantytec,
Fad Gadget,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Terry Callier,
The Doobie Brothers,
Byron Stingily,
Technova,
F. McDonald,
Max Romeo,
Tommy Roe,
Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken.
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.