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 Mozambique and from Philadelphia.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Ronnie Foster to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Theoretical Girls. All the underground hits.
All Pet Shop Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare 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 sitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rakim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
ABBA,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
John Coltrane,
Ken Boothe,
Zapp,
Magma,
the Normal,
Faraquet,
cv313,
DNA,
Ornette Coleman,
Bobby Sherman,
Royal Trux,
The Mighty Diamonds,
La Düsseldorf,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Seeds,
Roxette,
Soulsonic Force,
Brand Nubian,
kango's stein massive,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Black Flag,
Colin Newman,
Nation of Ulysses,
Rod Modell,
The Shadows of Knight,
Derrick Morgan,
Roxy Music,
MC5,
Alison Limerick,
Moss Icon,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Scion,
The Monks,
Mark Hollis,
Andrew Hill,
Soft Machine,
Organ,
Little Man,
Negative Approach,
PIL,
ABC,
Soft Cell,
Moby Grape,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Shoche,
Radiopuhelimet,
Jeru the Damaja,
Godley & Creme,
Rapeman,
Sex Pistols,
a-ha,
Bizarre Inc.,
Con Funk Shun,
Drive Like Jehu,
Stiv Bators,
Blancmange,
Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler.
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.