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 Sudan and from Bremen.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Big Daddy Kane. All the underground hits.
All Reuben Wilson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-102 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 mellotron and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soul Sonic Force record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeff Mills,
Qualms,
Sarah Menescal,
Zapp,
Glambeats Corp.,
Procol Harum,
Cecil Taylor,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
In Retrospect,
ABBA,
Joyce Sims,
Boz Scaggs,
Whodini,
Unrelated Segments,
Bobby Womack,
Dual Sessions,
David McCallum,
Chris & Cosey,
Sound Behaviour,
Soft Machine,
The Stooges,
Lindisfarne,
Underground Resistance,
Ohio Players,
Q65,
Arab on Radar,
Agent Orange,
PIL,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Pylon,
Sparks,
F. McDonald,
Dennis Brown,
Bobby Byrd,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Stereo Dub,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Altered Images,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Cowsills,
John Holt,
Rosa Yemen,
The Detroit Cobras,
Mary Jane Girls,
Roy Ayers,
Aloha Tigers,
Pagans,
Alphaville,
The New Christs,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Victims,
Bush Tetras,
Danielle Patucci,
Niagra,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Joe Finger,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Buzzcocks,
Althea and Donna,
DNA,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Wire, Wire, Wire, Wire.
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.