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 Gambia and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Crispy Ambulance to the electroclash 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 EPMD. All the underground hits.
All Pussy Galore tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pharoah Sanders 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 an arpeggiator and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Monochrome Set record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Standells,
Lower 48,
Eric Dolphy,
Sandy B,
Symarip,
Jacques Brel,
X-Ray Spex,
Fat Boys,
Eli Mardock,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Icehouse,
Gang Gang Dance,
Gastr Del Sol,
John Foxx,
Joey Negro,
Kayak,
The Divine Comedy,
Radio Birdman,
Joensuu 1685,
Blancmange,
Livin' Joy,
Maleditus Sound,
Procol Harum,
Urselle,
Groovy Waters,
Brothers Johnson,
Darondo,
Public Enemy,
Howard Jones,
The Mojo Men,
Faraquet,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Flipper,
Hardrive,
Hasil Adkins,
The Happenings,
Au Pairs,
Donny Hathaway,
Joe Smooth,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Cowsills,
Nirvana,
Simply Red,
Susan Cadogan,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Monks,
Main Source,
Cheater Slicks,
Man Eating Sloth,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Suburban Knight,
The Saints,
The Five Americans,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Move,
Jacob Miller,
Popol Vuh,
Das Ding,
Derrick Morgan,
Barbara Tucker,
The Seeds, The Seeds, The Seeds, The Seeds.
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.