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 Libya and from Bologna.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Curtis Mayfield to the disco 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 The Shadows of Knight. All the underground hits.
All Excepter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Men They Couldn't Hang record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 sitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pharoah Sanders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pantaleimon,
X-102,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Angry Samoans,
Sonic Youth,
Marc Almond,
Deakin,
Rites of Spring,
Cheater Slicks,
The Wake,
Shuggie Otis,
Minor Threat,
Electric Prunes,
Fat Boys,
Matthew Halsall,
Pantytec,
The Vogues,
Ronnie Foster,
Andrew Hill,
Brick,
The Cowsills,
Ituana,
Newcleus,
Technova,
Letta Mbulu,
The Monks,
Con Funk Shun,
Zapp,
Bluetip,
Danielle Patucci,
Negative Approach,
Quadrant,
Lee Hazlewood,
X-Ray Spex,
ABBA,
Kas Product,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Sun Ra,
Thompson Twins,
Jesper Dahlback,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Lightning Bolt,
These Immortal Souls,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Archie Shepp,
Frankie Knuckles,
Cameo,
Flash Fearless,
Boogie Down Productions,
Pharoah Sanders,
Black Sheep,
Graham Central Station,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Gories,
Kerrie Biddell,
Zero Boys,
Swans,
Siglo XX,
Black Moon,
Marmalade,
Idris Muhammad,
Schoolly D,
Hoover, Hoover, Hoover, Hoover.
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.