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 Pakistan and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 Tehran and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 808 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 Ponytail to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Ludus. All the underground hits.
All JFA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Litter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 harpsichord and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Isaac Hayes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Index,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Groovy Waters,
The Velvet Underground,
Slick Rick,
Infiniti,
Fatback Band,
The Mummies,
The Birthday Party,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Misunderstood,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Nico,
The Count Five,
The Saints,
Scientists,
Intrusion,
Terry Callier,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Howard Jones,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Con Funk Shun,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Ronan,
10cc,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Invisible,
Dual Sessions,
K-Klass,
Eric Dolphy,
CMW,
Sarah Menescal,
The Index,
Erykah Badu,
Marine Girls,
Ultra Naté,
Sparks,
Khruangbin,
Marcia Griffiths,
Skarface,
Ken Boothe,
Jawbox,
Marc Almond,
Au Pairs,
Archie Shepp,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Shadows of Knight,
Morten Harket,
Letta Mbulu,
The Five Americans,
Cluster,
Dennis Brown,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Pharoah Sanders,
Amon Düül,
Radiohead,
David McCallum,
John Foxx,
Tommy Roe,
Soft Machine,
Hashim,
Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare.
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.