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 Burundi and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Moss Icon. All the underground hits.
All Mo-Dettes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Babytalk 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barbara Tucker record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nirvana,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Bronski Beat,
Blossom Toes,
Bill Near,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Monolake,
Symarip,
Amon Düül II,
The Last Poets,
Livin' Joy,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Crispy Ambulance,
Section 25,
Jandek,
Lee Hazlewood,
Rites of Spring,
Mo-Dettes,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Underground Resistance,
The Star Department,
The Sound,
Sugar Minott,
Organ,
Q65,
Moby Grape,
Lucky Dragons,
Nik Kershaw,
The Offenders,
Davy DMX,
Depeche Mode,
Country Teasers,
H. Thieme,
Max Romeo,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Jacques Brel,
Mark Hollis,
The Durutti Column,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Eli Mardock,
The Toasters,
The Misunderstood,
The Neon Judgement,
U.S. Maple,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
John Holt,
Blake Baxter,
Harmonia,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Au Pairs,
Scientists,
Yazoo,
Roy Ayers,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Red Krayola,
Jawbox,
Johnny Osbourne,
Scratch Acid,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Man Parrish, Man Parrish, Man Parrish, Man Parrish.
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.