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 Albania and from Accra.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 The Dave Clark Five to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Livin' Joy. All the underground hits.
All Procol Harum tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Johnny Osbourne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Sonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Sparks,
The Modern Lovers,
Eric B and Rakim,
Alton Ellis,
Jerry's Kids,
Bluetip,
Black Moon,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Hasil Adkins,
Faust,
The Standells,
Marvin Gaye,
Warren Ellis,
Fifty Foot Hose,
U.S. Maple,
Maurizio,
Whodini,
Parry Music,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Pole,
Talk Talk,
Chrome,
Bad Manners,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Archie Shepp,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Moby Grape,
Soul Sonic Force,
Barry Ungar,
Tim Buckley,
Mad Mike,
Sight & Sound,
Scientists,
Bobby Hutcherson,
the Soft Cell,
Fat Boys,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Fire Engines,
The Kinks,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Dawn Penn,
The Trojans,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Selecter,
Aloha Tigers,
The United States of America,
MC5,
Donald Byrd,
Public Enemy,
Popol Vuh,
Connie Case,
The Red Krayola,
Electric Prunes,
Surgeon,
Technova,
Thee Headcoats,
Alice Coltrane,
Howard Jones, Howard Jones, Howard Jones, Howard Jones.
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.