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 Indonesia 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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Brothers Johnson to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Moody Blues. All the underground hits.
All The Blackbyrds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Das Ding 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Schoolly D record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Electric Prunes,
8 Eyed Spy,
James White and The Blacks,
Traffic Nightmare,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Throbbing Gristle,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Don Cherry,
cv313,
Mars,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Gun Club,
The Red Krayola,
Young Marble Giants,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Pharoah Sanders,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Residents,
Cheater Slicks,
Crash Course in Science,
Angry Samoans,
Rekid,
Sight & Sound,
Pulsallama,
10cc,
Theoretical Girls,
The Dave Clark Five,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Graham Central Station,
Lalo Schifrin,
Boogie Down Productions,
Excepter,
Roxy Music,
The Techniques,
Terrestrial Tones,
Nico,
ABC,
LL Cool J,
Minnie Riperton,
Electric Prunes,
Peter & Gordon,
Pussy Galore,
Funky Four + One,
Reuben Wilson,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Whodini,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Suburban Knight,
Dawn Penn,
Fatback Band,
ABBA,
Sexual Harrassment,
Nick Fraelich,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Eve St. Jones,
The Sonics,
Joey Negro,
Wolf Eyes,
Kas Product,
The Walker Brothers,
Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes.
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.