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 Congo and from Lyon.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Ice-T to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Soft Machine. All the underground hits.
All Spoonie Gee tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fugazi record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 spring reverb and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Juan Atkins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Donald Byrd,
The Electric Prunes,
LL Cool J,
Susan Cadogan,
Saccharine Trust,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Seeds,
Ken Boothe,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Fire Engines,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Amon Düül II,
PIL,
Kerri Chandler,
Roxy Music,
Black Moon,
Wally Richardson,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Byron Stingily,
Marmalade,
The Associates,
This Heat,
The Cowsills,
Soul II Soul,
Gabor Szabo,
Scion,
The Doors,
the Slits,
Chris Corsano,
Aswad,
The Gap Band,
Buzzcocks,
The Gladiators,
Warren Ellis,
Lebanon Hanover,
Grandmaster Flash,
Mad Mike,
OOIOO,
The Fugs,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Lou Christie,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Skriet,
Soul Sonic Force,
Siglo XX,
The Misunderstood,
Erykah Badu,
Rufus Thomas,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Jeru the Damaja,
Gerry Rafferty,
Surgeon,
Smog,
Albert Ayler,
Brass Construction,
The Moody Blues,
Matthew Bourne,
Metal Thangz,
The Dave Clark Five,
Magma,
Eden Ahbez,
Sister Nancy,
The Count Five, The Count Five, The Count Five, The Count Five.
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.