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 United States and from Johannesburg.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 May to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Max Romeo. All the underground hits.
All Pussy Galore tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Count Five record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rotary Connection record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Durutti Column,
Erykah Badu,
Y Pants,
Ornette Coleman,
David McCallum,
The Dirtbombs,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Iggy Pop,
Brass Construction,
Jandek,
Angry Samoans,
Buzzcocks,
Junior Murvin,
The Sound,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Moss Icon,
Prince Buster,
Mantronix,
Black Flag,
Godley & Creme,
Youth Brigade,
The Sonics,
Lucky Dragons,
Glenn Branca,
Bobby Womack,
Rufus Thomas,
Jimmy McGriff,
Slave,
Swell Maps,
Country Teasers,
Monks,
Tom Boy,
Robert Wyatt,
DJ Sneak,
The Techniques,
The Litter,
Don Cherry,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
the Soft Cell,
Gang Starr,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Q65,
Marcia Griffiths,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Kinks,
Lindisfarne,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The United States of America,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Standells,
Amon Düül,
Duran Duran,
Lyres,
The Alarm Clocks,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Ossler,
Warsaw,
Sällskapet,
Siglo XX,
Newcleus,
Michelle Simonal,
Basic Channel,
Bill Wells, Bill Wells, Bill Wells, Bill Wells.
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.