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 Senegal and from Copenhagen.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 snare 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 Gil Scott Heron to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Matthew Bourne. All the underground hits.
All Josef K tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gong record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Slackers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Magazine,
The Busters,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Rotary Connection,
The Fortunes,
The Modern Lovers,
Darondo,
Roxy Music,
EPMD,
Marc Almond,
Franke,
The Sonics,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Fugs,
The American Breed,
X-Ray Spex,
The Raincoats,
The Index,
Rakim,
Davy DMX,
The Mummies,
Minny Pops,
This Heat,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Half Japanese,
Jerry's Kids,
Idris Muhammad,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Swans,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Monochrome Set,
Brick,
Howard Jones,
Depeche Mode,
Prince Buster,
Bluetip,
The Music Machine,
The Fall,
The Smoke,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Cramps,
The Cowsills,
MDC,
Sight & Sound,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Boz Scaggs,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Five Americans,
Banda Bassotti,
Cymande,
Yazoo,
Derrick Morgan,
Quantec,
June Days,
Radio Birdman,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Loose Ends,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Young Marble Giants,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Negative Approach,
Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes.
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.