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 Burkina and from Calgary.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Gabor Szabo to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Heavy D & The Boyz. All the underground hits.
All Josef K tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Fania All-Stars 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barrington Levy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Oblivians,
DJ Style,
Kerri Chandler,
Mark Hollis,
Boogie Down Productions,
Minutemen,
Minor Threat,
The Barracudas,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
John Holt,
Hashim,
Flipper,
the Normal,
Theoretical Girls,
The Detroit Cobras,
Flamin' Groovies,
Negative Approach,
The Velvet Underground,
Sex Pistols,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
the Human League,
Grauzone,
Aural Exciters,
The Wake,
Delon & Dalcan,
Youth Brigade,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Massinfluence,
the Germs,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Last Poets,
Black Sheep,
The Blues Magoos,
John Lydon,
One Last Wish,
Radiopuhelimet,
Albert Ayler,
Magma,
New Order,
Blake Baxter,
Fear,
The Dead C,
Section 25,
Sun City Girls,
June of 44,
Groovy Waters,
The Buckinghams,
Banda Bassotti,
June Days,
Todd Terry,
Reagan Youth,
F. McDonald,
Ossler,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Morten Harket,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Warsaw,
DNA,
Eden Ahbez,
Interpol,
The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s.
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.