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 Mali and from Lagos.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Letta Mbulu to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Faraquet. All the underground hits.
All Black Pus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every H. Thieme record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scion record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lungfish,
Pylon,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Pulsallama,
Gong,
The Victims,
Hasil Adkins,
Nico,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Man Parrish,
Mission of Burma,
Zapp,
Fat Boys,
Skriet,
Freddie Wadling,
T. Rex,
The Zeros,
Malaria!,
The Cure,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Electric Prunes,
Rekid,
Jesper Dahlback,
10cc,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
the Slits,
Wasted Youth,
The Gap Band,
The New Christs,
Popol Vuh,
the Normal,
Vainqueur,
Ludus,
Japan,
The Skatalites,
Ossler,
Absolute Body Control,
The Gladiators,
Stetsasonic,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Ten City,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Reuben Wilson,
Al Stewart,
Stockholm Monsters,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Black Moon,
Grandmaster Flash,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
OOIOO,
Derrick May,
Neu!,
Yusef Lateef,
The Neon Judgement,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Fire Engines,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Thompson Twins,
Todd Terry,
Massinfluence,
Cluster,
ABBA,
The Slackers, The Slackers, The Slackers, The Slackers.
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.