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 Haiti and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Robert Hood to the jazz 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 The Trojans. All the underground hits.
All Kurtis Blow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Liliput 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a U.S. Maple record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roxy Music,
Bobby Sherman,
U.S. Maple,
The Seeds,
Franke,
The Walker Brothers,
Silicon Teens,
Pagans,
Funkadelic,
New Order,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Move,
Alison Limerick,
Aural Exciters,
The Shadows of Knight,
Terrestrial Tones,
Gong,
Bad Manners,
The American Breed,
Bobby Hutcherson,
the Fania All-Stars,
John Foxx,
Big Daddy Kane,
Peter and Kerry,
The Leaves,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Au Pairs,
Dark Day,
The Techniques,
Model 500,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Blues Magoos,
Sexual Harrassment,
Half Japanese,
The Divine Comedy,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Bobby Womack,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Buckinghams,
Moss Icon,
Wire,
Minny Pops,
The Mummies,
48th St. Collective,
The Skatalites,
Sight & Sound,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Mr. Review,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
KRS-One,
Masters at Work,
Chrome,
The Mojo Men,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Swell Maps,
Gastr Del Sol,
Gil Scott Heron,
Infiniti,
Fatback Band,
Scott Walker,
Television Personalities,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté.
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.