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 Haiti and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Con Funk Shun to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Joensuu 1685. All the underground hits.
All Skaos tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joey Negro 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lalo Schifrin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Siglo XX,
Fear,
The Sonics,
Guru Guru,
Black Pus,
Fat Boys,
Stiv Bators,
Agitation Free,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Lindisfarne,
The Mojo Men,
Chrome,
Tim Buckley,
Popol Vuh,
D'Angelo,
Mandrill,
Scott Walker,
Aaron Thompson,
Royal Trux,
Terry Callier,
Buzzcocks,
T. Rex,
The Neon Judgement,
the Sonics,
The Electric Prunes,
Ossler,
Subhumans,
Robert Hood,
Smog,
Man Parrish,
KRS-One,
Eric B and Rakim,
Ultra Naté,
Barbara Tucker,
Chris Corsano,
Faust,
Harry Pussy,
World's Most,
Johnny Clarke,
Audionom,
Ornette Coleman,
Magma,
Albert Ayler,
Babytalk,
Gichy Dan,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Joyce Sims,
Marine Girls,
New York Dolls,
OOIOO,
Jawbox,
The Angels of Light,
X-101,
Theoretical Girls,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Minny Pops,
The Offenders,
Mad Mike,
The Doors,
Susan Cadogan,
Roxette,
Harmonia,
Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef.
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.