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 Suriname and from Woodstock.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Spoonie Gee to the disco 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 The Gladiators. All the underground hits.
All Jerry Gold Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every In Retrospect record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Red Krayola record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
U.S. Maple,
The Gap Band,
Michelle Simonal,
The Walker Brothers,
The Moody Blues,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Symarip,
Josef K,
Sonny Sharrock,
Jawbox,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Boogie Down Productions,
Pole,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Blake Baxter,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Black Dice,
Patti Smith,
Connie Case,
The Saints,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Guru Guru,
Young Marble Giants,
Amazonics,
Reagan Youth,
Kenny Larkin,
Blancmange,
Grandmaster Flash,
Quantec,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Roy Ayers,
Massinfluence,
Eddi Front,
Aswad,
Panda Bear,
Stetsasonic,
Avey Tare,
Eve St. Jones,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Vogues,
Cymande,
Fat Boys,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Camberwell Now,
Duran Duran,
Main Source,
Gregory Isaacs,
Scrapy,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Ponytail,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
John Holt,
the Fania All-Stars,
Talk Talk,
Au Pairs,
The Electric Prunes,
Mission of Burma,
The American Breed,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Harpers Bizarre,
Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez.
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.