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 Oman and from Toronto.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish to the jazz 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 Gichy Dan. All the underground hits.
All Gichy Dan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joe Finger 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jacob Miller,
David Axelrod,
The Searchers,
Intrusion,
Junior Murvin,
Derrick Morgan,
Second Layer,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Can,
Make Up,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Pierre Henry,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Goldenarms,
Pagans,
Rakim,
The Gladiators,
Arab on Radar,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Doors,
Chris & Cosey,
Sandy B,
The Walker Brothers,
Alphaville,
Joyce Sims,
Buzzcocks,
Soul II Soul,
Rufus Thomas,
Stereo Dub,
World's Most,
The Knickerbockers,
June of 44,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Shoche,
10cc,
Marcia Griffiths,
Judy Mowatt,
The Residents,
Ultra Naté,
Liliput,
Thee Headcoats,
New Order,
Eric B and Rakim,
Rosa Yemen,
a-ha,
Jeru the Damaja,
Dead Boys,
Ten City,
Zapp,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
A Certain Ratio,
The Pop Group,
Sly & The Family Stone,
John Coltrane,
Cybotron,
Thompson Twins,
Moby Grape,
Rapeman,
Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station.
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.