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 Nicaragua and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 güiro 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 Jeff Lynne to the grunge 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 Larry & the Blue Notes. All the underground hits.
All Metal Thangz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alton Ellis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Slave record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harry Pussy,
Althea and Donna,
Arcadia,
The Tremeloes,
Deepchord,
Unwound,
The Victims,
Public Image Ltd.,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Yaz,
Ituana,
Public Enemy,
Donald Byrd,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Max Romeo,
Ohio Players,
Tres Demented,
Intrusion,
The Angels of Light,
The Blues Magoos,
Sun Ra,
The Detroit Cobras,
Graham Central Station,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Terry Callier,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Fuzztones,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Symarip,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Altered Images,
Jerry's Kids,
Kevin Saunderson,
Albert Ayler,
Lakeside,
Black Sheep,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Urselle,
Moss Icon,
Rotary Connection,
Faraquet,
Tommy Roe,
Fluxion,
Anakelly,
Wings,
Easy Going,
K-Klass,
Joe Finger,
the Fania All-Stars,
Eden Ahbez,
The Doors,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Cecil Taylor,
Marvin Gaye,
Half Japanese,
Eli Mardock,
Peter and Kerry,
Robert Hood,
Kurtis Blow,
Pagans,
Ultravox,
Clear Light,
The Slackers,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam, Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam, Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam, Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam.
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.