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 India and from Winnipeg.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 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 Peter and Kerry to the grime 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 Dual Sessions. All the underground hits.
All Scott Walker tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Art Ensemble Of Chicago record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hashim,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Velvet Underground,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Camberwell Now,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Agitation Free,
The Modern Lovers,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Country Teasers,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Interpol,
Jeff Lynne,
the Germs,
Rod Modell,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Smiths,
the Bar-Kays,
Eli Mardock,
Thee Headcoats,
Kerri Chandler,
Nick Fraelich,
R.M.O.,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Heaven 17,
Eve St. Jones,
Gabor Szabo,
Robert Wyatt,
The Sound,
Roy Ayers,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Isaac Hayes,
Ituana,
Amazonics,
AZ,
Pussy Galore,
Rites of Spring,
Cluster,
Joyce Sims,
Can,
Saccharine Trust,
Bobby Hutcherson,
David Axelrod,
Tommy Roe,
Intrusion,
Lungfish,
June Days,
Derrick May,
The Flesh Eaters,
Bizarre Inc.,
Graham Central Station,
Idris Muhammad,
Swans,
Gregory Isaacs,
Dark Day,
June of 44,
Royal Trux,
Bob Dylan,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
T.S.O.L.,
Fluxion,
Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II.
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.