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 Yemen and from London.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 theremin 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 Jimmy McGriff 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 Funkadelic. All the underground hits.
All Jerry Gold Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Organ record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Idris Muhammad,
Sight & Sound,
Matthew Halsall,
Jacques Brel,
Angry Samoans,
Funkadelic,
Public Enemy,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Simply Red,
Qualms,
Marmalade,
Cecil Taylor,
Brand Nubian,
Newcleus,
Banda Bassotti,
Jesper Dahlback,
Main Source,
Lucky Dragons,
Make Up,
Royal Trux,
The Electric Prunes,
Barry Ungar,
Charles Mingus,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Slave,
Kas Product,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
John Foxx,
Freddie Wadling,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Outsiders,
Gichy Dan,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Warsaw,
Prince Buster,
Drive Like Jehu,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Ice-T,
Tim Buckley,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Sandy B,
Carl Craig,
The Fugs,
Tomorrow,
Yazoo,
Slick Rick,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Duran Duran,
The American Breed,
The Smiths,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Reuben Wilson,
Pet Shop Boys,
Lou Reed,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Khruangbin,
Peter & Gordon,
Brick,
The Slackers, The Slackers, The Slackers, The Slackers.
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.