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 Monaco and from Bremen.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Fela Kuti to the crunk 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 Hot Snakes. All the underground hits.
All Echospace tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Outsiders 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sisters of Mercy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joey Negro,
Gregory Isaacs,
Gang Green,
Piero Umiliani,
Judy Mowatt,
Minor Threat,
Yaz,
Inner City,
Crime,
Matthew Halsall,
Patti Smith,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Moody Blues,
La Düsseldorf,
UT,
Prince Buster,
Stereo Dub,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Kayak,
John Lydon,
The Velvet Underground,
Camberwell Now,
Erykah Badu,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Maleditus Sound,
Blossom Toes,
The American Breed,
Albert Ayler,
Saccharine Trust,
Hasil Adkins,
Black Bananas,
Delon & Dalcan,
Mission of Burma,
Tomorrow,
Charles Mingus,
Joy Division,
Camouflage,
Aloha Tigers,
Tom Boy,
The Trojans,
Brothers Johnson,
Rakim,
The Young Rascals,
Bill Near,
Gang Gang Dance,
Unwound,
Lee Hazlewood,
Simply Red,
The Wake,
It's A Beautiful Day,
kango's stein massive,
Cecil Taylor,
Eric Copeland,
Josef K,
Whodini,
Jeru the Damaja,
Scientists,
Liliput,
Byron Stingily,
Echospace,
Rotary Connection,
Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio.
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.