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 Nigeria and from Hong Kong.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 organ 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 Graham Central Station to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Kurtis Blow. All the underground hits.
All Ken Boothe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DJ Style 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Beau Brummels record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
MDC,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Nico,
Derrick Morgan,
Saccharine Trust,
Bauhaus,
Rufus Thomas,
Pierre Henry,
Kas Product,
cv313,
Shuggie Otis,
The Wake,
Gang of Four,
Masters at Work,
Barbara Tucker,
Von Mondo,
The Gap Band,
Lou Christie,
Godley & Creme,
Gichy Dan,
Alice Coltrane,
Bizarre Inc.,
Funky Four + One,
Hoover,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Connie Case,
The Happenings,
Guru Guru,
Matthew Bourne,
Japan,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Walker Brothers,
Barclay James Harvest,
Schoolly D,
Faust,
David Axelrod,
In Retrospect,
Slave,
Chris & Cosey,
Junior Murvin,
Patti Smith,
Leonard Cohen,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
D'Angelo,
JFA,
New York Dolls,
Babytalk,
The Fortunes,
John Cale,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Procol Harum,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Todd Terry,
Janne Schatter,
Al Stewart,
Arab on Radar,
Gang Green,
Icehouse,
The Moody Blues,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras.
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.