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 Yemen and from Copenhagen.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 Eric B and Rakim to the funk 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 The Remains. All the underground hits.
All Ajijia Myrayebe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harpers Bizarre 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lalann record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Toni Rubio,
Animal Collective,
Glenn Branca,
Easy Going,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Smog,
Cheater Slicks,
Deakin,
Susan Cadogan,
Main Source,
Hardrive,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Silicon Teens,
Tres Demented,
Black Moon,
Theoretical Girls,
Chris & Cosey,
48th St. Collective,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
EPMD,
Kenny Larkin,
DNA,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Intrusion,
The Blackbyrds,
Mars,
Arthur Verocai,
Marshall Jefferson,
Sonic Youth,
Eve St. Jones,
The Tremeloes,
Al Stewart,
Girls At Our Best!,
Oblivians,
The Kinks,
AZ,
the Association,
Blossom Toes,
Brothers Johnson,
Zapp,
Ten City,
Mo-Dettes,
Visage,
Funkadelic,
the Human League,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Knickerbockers,
Swans,
Lungfish,
Ludus,
Lalann,
Rod Modell,
cv313,
F. McDonald,
ABBA,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Terrestrial Tones,
Janne Schatter,
Roger Hodgson,
Grey Daturas,
Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke.
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.