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 Vanuatu and from Taipei.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Make Up to the electroclash 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 Bobby Hutcherson. All the underground hits.
All Thee Headcoats tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joe Smooth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 synthesizer and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stereo Dub record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Steve Hackett,
Pierre Henry,
UT,
Television Personalities,
Scott Walker,
Sun Ra,
Rites of Spring,
Ice-T,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
D'Angelo,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Ken Boothe,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Oblivians,
Newcleus,
Kevin Saunderson,
Sex Pistols,
The Music Machine,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Bizarre Inc.,
Davy DMX,
Hardrive,
AZ,
Rosa Yemen,
The Sound,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Reuben Wilson,
48th St. Collective,
The Stooges,
CMW,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Patti Smith,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Idris Muhammad,
Sonny Sharrock,
La Düsseldorf,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Crispian St. Peters,
Smog,
Cluster,
Ludus,
the Human League,
Minnie Riperton,
Pole,
Hot Snakes,
Soul II Soul,
Pet Shop Boys,
Rod Modell,
The Moleskins,
Drexciya,
Pagans,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Blues Magoos,
Outsiders,
cv313,
Youth Brigade,
Scion,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Misunderstood,
Jacques Brel,
Gang of Four,
John Holt, John Holt, John Holt, John Holt.
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.