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 the UAE and from Houston.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 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 The Move to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Deadbeat. All the underground hits.
All Alice Coltrane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pere Ubu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
8 Eyed Spy,
Joyce Sims,
The Saints,
Todd Terry,
Oblivians,
Nation of Ulysses,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Cal Tjader,
Gang Gang Dance,
Peter & Gordon,
Minutemen,
DJ Style,
Delta 5,
Frankie Knuckles,
Arab on Radar,
Aaron Thompson,
The Gap Band,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Eric B and Rakim,
Mr. Review,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Tres Demented,
Rakim,
The Last Poets,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Rekid,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Siglo XX,
AZ,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Aswad,
Dawn Penn,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Little Man,
Ten City,
Dead Boys,
The Names,
Judy Mowatt,
The Fuzztones,
Basic Channel,
David McCallum,
Joensuu 1685,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Theoretical Girls,
Harpers Bizarre,
Ossler,
Roy Ayers,
The Zeros,
Au Pairs,
Heaven 17,
Masters at Work,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Matthew Halsall,
Con Funk Shun,
Stetsasonic,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Mission of Burma,
Suicide,
Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai.
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.