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 Seychelles and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the snare 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 Rites of Spring to the funk 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 The American Breed. All the underground hits.
All Average White Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Soft Cell 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flash Fearless record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Desert Stars,
Andrew Hill,
Alton Ellis,
Television Personalities,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
X-Ray Spex,
James White and The Blacks,
Letta Mbulu,
AZ,
Jacques Brel,
Oneida,
Johnny Osbourne,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Derrick May,
Lower 48,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
June Days,
Banda Bassotti,
The Names,
Black Sheep,
Cheater Slicks,
Clear Light,
a-ha,
Freddie Wadling,
Blake Baxter,
the Swans,
Rhythm & Sound,
John Cale,
The Fugs,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Skatalites,
Donald Byrd,
Con Funk Shun,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Bobby Sherman,
Janne Schatter,
Guru Guru,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
It's A Beautiful Day,
JFA,
Stetsasonic,
Todd Terry,
Zapp,
Donny Hathaway,
Gang Gang Dance,
Bootsy Collins,
Procol Harum,
The Barracudas,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Brass Construction,
This Heat,
Saccharine Trust,
Slave,
The Human League,
John Holt,
Curtis Mayfield,
Crime,
Neil Young,
Ituana,
Lungfish,
The Music Machine, The Music Machine, The Music Machine, The Music Machine.
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.