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 Armenia and from Manila.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 marimba 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 Sonic Youth to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Main Source. All the underground hits.
All Laurel Aitken tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fela Kuti record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 mellotron and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Q65 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Qualms,
The Golliwogs,
Gerry Rafferty,
Rotary Connection,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Average White Band,
The Velvet Underground,
Suburban Knight,
Isaac Hayes,
Gregory Isaacs,
UT,
Bobby Byrd,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Johnny Clarke,
Barrington Levy,
Juan Atkins,
Marine Girls,
The Beau Brummels,
Black Flag,
The Evens,
La Düsseldorf,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Mandrill,
The Doors,
Surgeon,
Soul II Soul,
Khruangbin,
Hasil Adkins,
Rhythm & Sound,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Oblivians,
Jacques Brel,
Spandau Ballet,
a-ha,
The Blackbyrds,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Soulsonic Force,
Eli Mardock,
The Red Krayola,
Laurel Aitken,
cv313,
Shoche,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Schoolly D,
Black Sheep,
Panda Bear,
Josef K,
Lee Hazlewood,
Chrome,
Jacob Miller,
The Leaves,
Susan Cadogan,
Mad Mike,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Flamin' Groovies,
Scrapy,
John Holt,
Negative Approach,
AZ,
Bronski Beat,
E-Dancer, E-Dancer, E-Dancer, E-Dancer.
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.