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 Qatar and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the oboe 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 Aural Exciters to the grime 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 The Gap Band. All the underground hits.
All Mission of Burma tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Letta Mbulu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jimmy McGriff record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Velvet Underground,
Panda Bear,
Reuben Wilson,
Hoover,
Nas,
Mark Hollis,
Matthew Bourne,
A Certain Ratio,
Lou Christie,
Mary Jane Girls,
Drexciya,
Masters at Work,
Desert Stars,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Dawn Penn,
Chris Corsano,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Rufus Thomas,
Harmonia,
Tom Boy,
Derrick May,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Eddi Front,
Colin Newman,
Robert Wyatt,
Tim Buckley,
Jandek,
Barbara Tucker,
Don Cherry,
Ultimate Spinach,
Pagans,
R.M.O.,
KRS-One,
Graham Central Station,
Kool Moe Dee,
Jeru the Damaja,
Moebius,
F. McDonald,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Morten Harket,
Pulsallama,
The Happenings,
The Shadows of Knight,
Surgeon,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Archie Shepp,
Newcleus,
The Gap Band,
Das Ding,
The Buckinghams,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Camouflage,
DJ Style,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
X-102,
Country Teasers,
The Count Five,
The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers.
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.