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 Mozambique and from Hong Kong.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Soulsonic Force to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Gil Scott Heron. All the underground hits.
All Bush Tetras tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every London Community Gospel Choir 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Selector Dub Narcotic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Coltrane,
Bush Tetras,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Alarm Clocks,
Saccharine Trust,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Marmalade,
Shoche,
Man Parrish,
The Misunderstood,
Gang Starr,
Soul II Soul,
Quando Quango,
Grandmaster Flash,
Minny Pops,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Stockholm Monsters,
Gregory Isaacs,
Todd Terry,
Delon & Dalcan,
Fluxion,
Lower 48,
Adolescents,
Technova,
Urselle,
The Monochrome Set,
The Black Dice,
The Wake,
Lalo Schifrin,
Vainqueur,
Curtis Mayfield,
Johnny Clarke,
James White and The Blacks,
CMW,
Quadrant,
The Young Rascals,
The Fugs,
Faust,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Alphaville,
Theoretical Girls,
The Kinks,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Smiths,
Gerry Rafferty,
Camberwell Now,
The Birthday Party,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
AZ,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Fort Wilson Riot,
LL Cool J,
the Fania All-Stars,
The New Christs,
Joy Division,
Isaac Hayes,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Slick Rick,
Trumans Water, Trumans Water, Trumans Water, Trumans Water.
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.