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 Ghana and from Calgary.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
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 Deadbeat to the punk 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 The Cramps. All the underground hits.
All Crispy Ambulance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Index record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kerrie Biddell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
MC5,
The Stooges,
The Wake,
Aswad,
The Vogues,
Kaleidoscope,
Reuben Wilson,
Ossler,
Todd Rundgren,
JFA,
Fatback Band,
Organ,
Donny Hathaway,
Index,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Desert Stars,
Subhumans,
Grandmaster Flash,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Roger Hodgson,
Tomorrow,
The Velvet Underground,
Banda Bassotti,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Matthew Bourne,
Porter Ricks,
Frankie Knuckles,
Tommy Roe,
Yaz,
Stetsasonic,
The Raincoats,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Scratch Acid,
Maleditus Sound,
Crime,
Pulsallama,
Bill Wells,
Eric Copeland,
Roxy Music,
F. McDonald,
Cameo,
Panda Bear,
Sparks,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Visage,
Unwound,
Sällskapet,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Sun Ra,
Terry Callier,
Crooked Eye,
The Pretty Things,
Morten Harket,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
KRS-One,
The Detroit Cobras,
June of 44,
The Offenders,
Dorothy Ashby,
Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani.
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.