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 Laos and from Madrid.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 snare 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 Al Stewart to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 The Cramps. All the underground hits.
All Matthew Halsall tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Monks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Absolute Body Control record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tommy Roe,
The Raincoats,
Warren Ellis,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Pharoah Sanders,
EPMD,
Roxy Music,
Tim Buckley,
Icehouse,
Porter Ricks,
Carl Craig,
Basic Channel,
Soul Sonic Force,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
FM Einheit,
Sixth Finger,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Doors,
David Axelrod,
Sällskapet,
Newcleus,
Minutemen,
Hashim,
The Smiths,
Con Funk Shun,
Peter & Gordon,
Eric Copeland,
Supertramp,
Cal Tjader,
Heaven 17,
The Electric Prunes,
The Five Americans,
The Black Dice,
The Angels of Light,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
cv313,
Lindisfarne,
Bad Manners,
The Offenders,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Main Source,
Can,
La Düsseldorf,
The Evens,
Neu!,
The Blues Magoos,
Crispy Ambulance,
Fela Kuti,
Kaleidoscope,
The Velvet Underground,
The Detroit Cobras,
Minny Pops,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
DJ Sneak,
Brand Nubian,
Absolute Body Control,
Yellowson,
The Associates,
Sugar Minott,
Sun Ra,
Brass Construction,
Ohio Players,
Davy DMX,
Au Pairs, Au Pairs, Au Pairs, Au Pairs.
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.