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 Kyrgyzstan and from Copenhagen.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Skriet. All the underground hits.
All Charles Mingus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Zeros record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kings Of Tomorrow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin 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?
Echospace,
Davy DMX,
The Detroit Cobras,
Glenn Branca,
Scrapy,
Jacob Miller,
Kurtis Blow,
Marvin Gaye,
The Fire Engines,
Freddie Wadling,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Maurizio,
The Fall,
Whodini,
Aaron Thompson,
Clear Light,
The Divine Comedy,
Idris Muhammad,
L. Decosne,
Interpol,
Boredoms,
World's Most,
The Neon Judgement,
Qualms,
Jeru the Damaja,
Von Mondo,
Mantronix,
DJ Sneak,
The Moody Blues,
Andrew Hill,
Subhumans,
Matthew Bourne,
Hasil Adkins,
Pharoah Sanders,
Barry Ungar,
Big Daddy Kane,
Essential Logic,
MC5,
Sun City Girls,
The Modern Lovers,
Amon Düül II,
Kas Product,
Black Flag,
The J.B.'s,
The Cowsills,
Iggy Pop,
Thee Headcoats,
These Immortal Souls,
Circle Jerks,
JFA,
MDC,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Blossom Toes,
John Coltrane,
Cymande,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Joe Finger,
Blancmange,
Faust,
Man Parrish,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Quantec,
Sarah Menescal,
Eve St. Jones,
Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson.
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.