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 Chad and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 Lou Reed 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 Kool Moe Dee to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Ronnie Foster. All the underground hits.
All Fatback Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Symarip record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 a snare and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Angry Samoans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dawn Penn,
Jerry's Kids,
Eric Dolphy,
The Black Dice,
Radiohead,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Althea and Donna,
Slave,
Ornette Coleman,
Neu!,
Tom Boy,
Mr. Review,
Gerry Rafferty,
Rekid,
Prince Buster,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
the Association,
Second Layer,
Johnny Osbourne,
La Düsseldorf,
Carl Craig,
Frankie Knuckles,
Skarface,
Soft Cell,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Shoche,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Last Poets,
Popol Vuh,
Fatback Band,
The Grass Roots,
kango's stein massive,
Nils Olav,
The Sonics,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Motorama,
Panda Bear,
The Trojans,
Lindisfarne,
a-ha,
The Searchers,
Sixth Finger,
The Busters,
Kurtis Blow,
Quando Quango,
Zapp,
Hasil Adkins,
The Cowsills,
James White and The Blacks,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Guru Guru,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Mantronix,
Scientists,
The Fugs,
These Immortal Souls,
Bizarre Inc.,
Pole,
Yaz, Yaz, Yaz, Yaz.
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.