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 Sri Lanka and from Lyon.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
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 Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic to the jazz 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 Joyce Sims. All the underground hits.
All Byron Stingily tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Moody Blues 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tim Buckley record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Index,
Ludus,
Kayak,
World's Most,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
June Days,
The Vogues,
Darondo,
Deakin,
Black Pus,
The Last Poets,
Rufus Thomas,
Aswad,
Godley & Creme,
Minutemen,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Duran Duran,
Idris Muhammad,
Lee Hazlewood,
Alton Ellis,
Hasil Adkins,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Y Pants,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Residents,
The Leaves,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Evens,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Gories,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Peter & Gordon,
Lou Christie,
Echospace,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Bauhaus,
Barbara Tucker,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Dead Boys,
Don Cherry,
Funky Four + One,
Black Bananas,
CMW,
The Zeros,
Cameo,
New Age Steppers,
Joe Finger,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Au Pairs,
Fad Gadget,
Josef K,
In Retrospect,
Skaos,
Letta Mbulu,
The Walker Brothers,
The Victims,
K-Klass,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith.
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.