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 Namibia and from Manila.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Amazonics to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Saccharine Trust. All the underground hits.
All The Velvet Underground tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gap Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barbara Tucker record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Con Funk Shun,
Alison Limerick,
Slick Rick,
Hot Snakes,
Eric Dolphy,
Magazine,
Gastr Del Sol,
Pussy Galore,
Lindisfarne,
R.M.O.,
Buzzcocks,
Ten City,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Ossler,
Accadde A,
The Velvet Underground,
Ituana,
John Coltrane,
Sam Rivers,
Technova,
The Remains,
Yazoo,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Ludus,
Skaos,
Mary Jane Girls,
the Fania All-Stars,
Juan Atkins,
Drexciya,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Y Pants,
The J.B.'s,
Susan Cadogan,
The Smoke,
Jacques Brel,
H. Thieme,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Harpers Bizarre,
Dawn Penn,
Aloha Tigers,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Reuben Wilson,
Yaz,
Heaven 17,
The Move,
Talk Talk,
Donald Byrd,
This Heat,
Harry Pussy,
Shuggie Otis,
Radio Birdman,
Alice Coltrane,
Leonard Cohen,
Tropical Tobacco,
Young Marble Giants,
Siglo XX,
Bob Dylan,
EPMD,
Lou Christie,
Fela Kuti,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic, Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic, Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic, Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic.
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.