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 Sierra Leone and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 DJ Sneak to the electroclash 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 Sam Rivers. All the underground hits.
All Talk Talk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fall 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arcadia record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aural Exciters,
The Fall,
Mark Hollis,
John Holt,
Jimmy McGriff,
Radio Birdman,
Eric B and Rakim,
Rakim,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Slackers,
Altered Images,
Bobby Womack,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Joey Negro,
The Star Department,
The Cramps,
Mary Jane Girls,
ABC,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Scientists,
Zapp,
The Flesh Eaters,
Juan Atkins,
Bob Dylan,
Babytalk,
The Angels of Light,
Robert Wyatt,
Hoover,
Panda Bear,
The Move,
Bobby Byrd,
The Grass Roots,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Cybotron,
New Age Steppers,
Livin' Joy,
The Fortunes,
Wings,
Kool Moe Dee,
Scrapy,
Intrusion,
EPMD,
The Skatalites,
Au Pairs,
Ronan,
Don Cherry,
Rekid,
Average White Band,
The Black Dice,
Scion,
The Dead C,
Brand Nubian,
The Cowsills,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Scan 7,
Chris Corsano,
The Misunderstood,
Godley & Creme,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Magma,
Outsiders,
Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones.
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.