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 Taiwan and from Halifax.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 A Flock of Seagulls to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Marshall Jefferson. All the underground hits.
All Lafayette Afro Rock Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fatback Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Donny Hathaway record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oblivians,
Rod Modell,
New York Dolls,
Kenny Larkin,
Jesper Dahlback,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Ultra Naté,
Prince Buster,
La Düsseldorf,
Joe Smooth,
Amazonics,
Section 25,
Eli Mardock,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Pantytec,
Scott Walker,
Funky Four + One,
Stetsasonic,
Barry Ungar,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Deepchord,
The Count Five,
The Move,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Happenings,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Gories,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Davy DMX,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Martian,
Procol Harum,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Icehouse,
Little Man,
Ralphi Rosario,
Kerri Chandler,
Yusef Lateef,
Ohio Players,
Trumans Water,
Lou Christie,
Junior Murvin,
The Last Poets,
Radio Birdman,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Selecter,
Guru Guru,
Vladislav Delay,
Ludus,
Mantronix,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Brand Nubian,
Dave Gahan,
Lucky Dragons,
Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy.
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.