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 Turkey and from Delhi.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 808 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 Fifty Foot Hose to the punk 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 Grey Daturas. All the underground hits.
All Eyeless In Gaza tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grauzone record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rufus Thomas,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Marmalade,
Niagra,
Au Pairs,
Cal Tjader,
Moss Icon,
Yaz,
Nation of Ulysses,
Main Source,
Masters at Work,
Stiv Bators,
The Count Five,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Bang On A Can,
Brick,
Soulsonic Force,
Severed Heads,
Alice Coltrane,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Stooges,
This Heat,
Marcia Griffiths,
Mr. Review,
Don Cherry,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Circle Jerks,
Underground Resistance,
Supertramp,
These Immortal Souls,
Average White Band,
Harry Pussy,
Von Mondo,
Delon & Dalcan,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Pole,
Spandau Ballet,
Fluxion,
The Moleskins,
Amon Düül,
Silicon Teens,
Lou Christie,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Stockholm Monsters,
Deadbeat,
Lower 48,
Bronski Beat,
Grandmaster Flash,
Sam Rivers,
Max Romeo,
Joe Smooth,
Q65,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Offenders,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Carl Craig,
F. McDonald,
Ultravox,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Vainqueur,
Black Moon,
Pulsallama,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam, Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam, Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam, Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam.
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.