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 Serbia and from Paris.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the sitar 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 De La Soul & Jungle Brothers to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Jeff Mills. All the underground hits.
All Curtis Mayfield tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gong record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Frankie Knuckles record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amon Düül,
Lee Hazlewood,
Archie Shepp,
Peter & Gordon,
Thee Headcoats,
The Dave Clark Five,
Delta 5,
Josef K,
The Velvet Underground,
Bob Dylan,
Deakin,
Donald Byrd,
Monolake,
Cameo,
Bobby Womack,
The Count Five,
Bauhaus,
The Five Americans,
Oblivians,
Camouflage,
Groovy Waters,
H. Thieme,
Neil Young,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Qualms,
Ten City,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Marmalade,
Deepchord,
Lightning Bolt,
Scratch Acid,
Maleditus Sound,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Roxy Music,
One Last Wish,
Arthur Verocai,
Yaz,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Inner City,
Lower 48,
Byron Stingily,
Basic Channel,
48th St. Collective,
The Red Krayola,
R.M.O.,
The Selecter,
Suicide,
Reuben Wilson,
Max Romeo,
Wasted Youth,
Unwound,
Kool Moe Dee,
La Düsseldorf,
Gang of Four,
Silicon Teens,
Marine Girls,
The Divine Comedy,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Kerrie Biddell,
Motorama,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Sugar Minott,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds.
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.