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 Tonga 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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 theremin 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 Slick Rick to the jazz 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 Nas. All the underground hits.
All The Stooges tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every F. McDonald 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 güiro and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a DNA record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wings,
Al Stewart,
Cameo,
T. Rex,
Jeru the Damaja,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Basic Channel,
Robert Wyatt,
Marine Girls,
Simply Red,
John Holt,
Amon Düül,
La Düsseldorf,
Barrington Levy,
Avey Tare,
Lakeside,
The Saints,
AZ,
Gabor Szabo,
Gerry Rafferty,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Eric Dolphy,
Reuben Wilson,
Iggy Pop,
Todd Rundgren,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Agent Orange,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Robert Görl,
Scratch Acid,
Negative Approach,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Divine Comedy,
Visage,
The Slits,
Thompson Twins,
Pharoah Sanders,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Idris Muhammad,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Silicon Teens,
Be Bop Deluxe,
World's Most,
Rosa Yemen,
Ohio Players,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Flamin' Groovies,
Leonard Cohen,
The Gladiators,
Fluxion,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Ten City,
Sonny Sharrock,
Los Fastidios,
Chrome,
Black Moon, Black Moon, Black Moon, Black Moon.
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.