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 Dominican Republic and from Shanghai.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Trumans Water to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Rod Modell. All the underground hits.
All T. Rex tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kerrie Biddell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Livin' Joy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Doobie Brothers,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Tremeloes,
The Mummies,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Icehouse,
Gabor Szabo,
Bobby Byrd,
Yusef Lateef,
The Gories,
Ohio Players,
Quando Quango,
Dead Boys,
Ash Ra Tempel,
New Order,
Janne Schatter,
Alphaville,
Underground Resistance,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Pretty Things,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Interpol,
the Bar-Kays,
New York Dolls,
Grauzone,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Black Bananas,
Gastr Del Sol,
Panda Bear,
Quadrant,
the Human League,
Thee Headcoats,
Thompson Twins,
Toni Rubio,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Subhumans,
Joe Finger,
Flipper,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
June of 44,
Soulsonic Force,
Public Image Ltd.,
Archie Shepp,
Swans,
Organ,
Magazine,
Joensuu 1685,
Bush Tetras,
David Bowie,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Ultra Naté,
The Durutti Column,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Glenn Branca,
Pylon,
The Barracudas,
Jacques Brel,
Eric Copeland,
Funky Four + One,
Lou Reed,
K-Klass, K-Klass, K-Klass, K-Klass.
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.