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 Algeria and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Selector Dub Narcotic to the grunge 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 Womack. All the underground hits.
All Sight & Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every A Certain Ratio record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alton Ellis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Unrelated Segments,
Anthony Braxton,
The Grass Roots,
One Last Wish,
Kenny Larkin,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Throbbing Gristle,
H. Thieme,
The Kinks,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Wasted Youth,
Jeff Mills,
The Fire Engines,
Fluxion,
The Misunderstood,
The Names,
Unwound,
Warren Ellis,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Ten City,
The Walker Brothers,
Crooked Eye,
The Music Machine,
Rites of Spring,
The Dead C,
Lee Hazlewood,
Quantec,
The Toasters,
Scan 7,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Radiohead,
Grauzone,
Lalann,
Thompson Twins,
Lucky Dragons,
Tears for Fears,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Mummies,
Deadbeat,
The Sonics,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Lightning Bolt,
Sparks,
Moss Icon,
Theoretical Girls,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Buckinghams,
Dual Sessions,
Duran Duran,
The Detroit Cobras,
Loose Ends,
Skarface,
Monks,
Isaac Hayes,
X-101,
The Star Department,
Davy DMX,
Pantytec, Pantytec, Pantytec, Pantytec.
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.