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 Poland and from Milan.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Das Ding to the grime 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 Ken Boothe. All the underground hits.
All Fort Wilson Riot tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marcia Griffiths 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joey Negro record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun Ra,
The Pop Group,
E-Dancer,
Ice-T,
Nas,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Count Five,
Judy Mowatt,
Delta 5,
Soft Cell,
Stetsasonic,
Bobby Byrd,
Trumans Water,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Shoche,
Eric Dolphy,
Johnny Osbourne,
Deepchord,
DJ Sneak,
Supertramp,
Brick,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Tomorrow,
Reagan Youth,
Ultra Naté,
Radio Birdman,
Kas Product,
Lee Hazlewood,
Harry Pussy,
These Immortal Souls,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Kerri Chandler,
John Coltrane,
The Associates,
The Slackers,
David Bowie,
The Mojo Men,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Howard Jones,
Amon Düül II,
Q and Not U,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Dawn Penn,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Stiv Bators,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
K-Klass,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Matthew Bourne,
Sex Pistols,
Tres Demented,
Jacques Brel,
The Saints,
Vladislav Delay,
Hasil Adkins,
Khruangbin,
Oblivians,
The Toasters, The Toasters, The Toasters, The Toasters.
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.