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 Iceland and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the snare 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 Banda Bassotti to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Bobby Hutcherson. All the underground hits.
All 48th St. Collective tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Con Funk Shun 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Metal Thangz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Johnny Osbourne,
Das Ding,
Nils Olav,
Monks,
Whodini,
Echospace,
Eurythmics,
Robert Hood,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Litter,
The Pop Group,
Alison Limerick,
DJ Sneak,
Man Parrish,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Cymande,
R.M.O.,
Jeff Lynne,
Babytalk,
Todd Rundgren,
Andrew Hill,
Scott Walker,
Nick Fraelich,
Ohio Players,
The Toasters,
Shuggie Otis,
Drexciya,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Seeds,
the Association,
The Searchers,
Alton Ellis,
Lalann,
Hashim,
Wally Richardson,
The Real Kids,
Pet Shop Boys,
Darondo,
The Wake,
Dawn Penn,
Inner City,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Sound,
T. Rex,
Absolute Body Control,
Mad Mike,
Subhumans,
Soul Sonic Force,
Robert Görl,
Kayak,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Gang Green,
The Buckinghams,
Derrick Morgan,
Kenny Larkin,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Simply Red,
Arcadia,
Niagra,
JFA,
Ludus,
Malaria!,
Pagans,
Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios.
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.