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 Togo and from Stockholm.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 oboe 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 Lonnie Liston Smith to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Tom Boy. All the underground hits.
All It's A Beautiful Day tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sugar Minott 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barclay James Harvest record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Severed Heads,
Funky Four + One,
Black Bananas,
Cecil Taylor,
Kool Moe Dee,
Minny Pops,
Mark Hollis,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
the Soft Cell,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Albert Ayler,
Ice-T,
ABBA,
Ronan,
Das Ding,
June of 44,
LL Cool J,
Desert Stars,
Marine Girls,
Bill Near,
Roxette,
Country Teasers,
Prince Buster,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Marshall Jefferson,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Dorothy Ashby,
Connie Case,
Carl Craig,
the Normal,
Loose Ends,
the Slits,
Khruangbin,
Essential Logic,
The Sonics,
Ultravox,
Aloha Tigers,
Section 25,
The Trojans,
Scott Walker,
K-Klass,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Stetsasonic,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
FM Einheit,
Chris Corsano,
Dual Sessions,
Kayak,
Gang of Four,
Bad Manners,
Slick Rick,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Vladislav Delay,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Harpers Bizarre,
Chrome,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Wally Richardson,
The Flesh Eaters,
Alton Ellis,
Mr. Review,
DJ Style,
the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays.
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.