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 Canada and from Paris.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 linndrum 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 LL Cool J 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 Marine Girls. All the underground hits.
All Terry Callier tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Darondo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Slick Rick record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Reagan Youth,
Supertramp,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Eric Dolphy,
Ice-T,
Jacques Brel,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Evens,
Altered Images,
Steve Hackett,
UT,
Slave,
Newcleus,
Fad Gadget,
Magazine,
Simply Red,
Animal Collective,
Circle Jerks,
The Litter,
X-101,
Crime,
Stiv Bators,
The Mummies,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
the Human League,
Sparks,
The Remains,
The Gories,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Mr. Review,
Bush Tetras,
Traffic Nightmare,
Arthur Verocai,
Black Pus,
The Selecter,
Audionom,
Sun Ra,
Tim Buckley,
Bobby Womack,
The Martian,
June Days,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Godley & Creme,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Cramps,
Ronan,
Kaleidoscope,
Mission of Burma,
The Divine Comedy,
Prince Buster,
Bill Near,
Erasure,
Lakeside,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Grandmaster Flash,
Kas Product,
Lucky Dragons,
The Fuzztones,
The Cure,
the Soft Cell, the Soft Cell, the Soft Cell, the Soft Cell.
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.