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 Netherlands and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 chamberlin 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 Gerry Rafferty to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Smoke. All the underground hits.
All Basic Channel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Schoolly D record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Section 25 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Black Dice,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Fela Kuti,
Jimmy McGriff,
Dual Sessions,
E-Dancer,
Mantronix,
Mandrill,
Slave,
A Certain Ratio,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
John Holt,
Soulsonic Force,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Leonard Cohen,
Scott Walker,
Spandau Ballet,
Alton Ellis,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
the Normal,
Dennis Brown,
The Evens,
These Immortal Souls,
Derrick May,
Lebanon Hanover,
Q and Not U,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Grey Daturas,
Model 500,
Amon Düül,
The Mojo Men,
Boredoms,
Kaleidoscope,
Panda Bear,
The Fortunes,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Music Machine,
Cybotron,
KRS-One,
Cymande,
The Young Rascals,
Funky Four + One,
Rekid,
Godley & Creme,
The Fuzztones,
Heaven 17,
Curtis Mayfield,
Aswad,
Letta Mbulu,
The Happenings,
X-101,
Guru Guru,
Robert Görl,
Johnny Clarke,
Ralphi Rosario,
Erykah Badu,
Fad Gadget,
Average White Band,
Joyce Sims,
Fugazi,
D'Angelo,
Josef K,
The Busters, The Busters, The Busters, The Busters.
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.