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 Tuvalu and from Lille.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Derrick Morgan to the crunk 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 Byron Stingily. All the underground hits.
All Lou Christie tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Slackers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Carl Craig record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Pus,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
F. McDonald,
John Lydon,
Scrapy,
The Blues Magoos,
The Techniques,
Bauhaus,
Marvin Gaye,
Sonic Youth,
Pagans,
Bill Wells,
Crime,
Gastr Del Sol,
Ponytail,
The Evens,
The Star Department,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Misunderstood,
Gichy Dan,
Boz Scaggs,
Shuggie Otis,
The Red Krayola,
Bizarre Inc.,
Jimmy McGriff,
Y Pants,
Amazonics,
Fear,
The J.B.'s,
a-ha,
The Velvet Underground,
Darondo,
Spandau Ballet,
The Monochrome Set,
Isaac Hayes,
Circle Jerks,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Mummies,
The Stooges,
Thompson Twins,
Pierre Henry,
Godley & Creme,
Arcadia,
Andrew Hill,
Camouflage,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Terry Callier,
Clear Light,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Stiv Bators,
Bronski Beat,
Rekid,
Prince Buster,
The Black Dice,
Porter Ricks,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Scan 7,
Television Personalities,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Kayak,
the Sonics,
Main Source, Main Source, Main Source, Main Source.
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.