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 Slovakia and from Mumbai.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 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 The Walker Brothers to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Moebius. All the underground hits.
All Royal Trux tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gap Band 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rekid record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Magma,
Mandrill,
Outsiders,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Subhumans,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Cymande,
Man Parrish,
Rapeman,
Sarah Menescal,
B.T. Express,
8 Eyed Spy,
Johnny Osbourne,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Seeds,
Oneida,
Cheater Slicks,
Dawn Penn,
The Birthday Party,
The Doors,
Tomorrow,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Brand Nubian,
Tim Buckley,
Faust,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Bootsy Collins,
Kerri Chandler,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
the Fania All-Stars,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
PIL,
Camberwell Now,
Davy DMX,
Susan Cadogan,
Con Funk Shun,
Steve Hackett,
Flash Fearless,
Rites of Spring,
Barrington Levy,
Crispy Ambulance,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Procol Harum,
The Gun Club,
Bob Dylan,
Eli Mardock,
Ituana,
Nils Olav,
ABC,
The Barracudas,
Slick Rick,
U.S. Maple,
Basic Channel,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Golliwogs,
DJ Sneak,
Altered Images,
John Coltrane, John Coltrane, John Coltrane, John Coltrane.
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.