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 Japan and from Mumbai.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 organ 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 Soulsonic Force to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Procol Harum. All the underground hits.
All Justin Hinds & The Dominoes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Invisible record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Curtis Mayfield record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Underground Resistance,
Colin Newman,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Grauzone,
Lower 48,
Tom Boy,
Kerri Chandler,
Bizarre Inc.,
UT,
Cal Tjader,
Amon Düül,
Babytalk,
Sight & Sound,
Bill Wells,
Make Up,
Soulsonic Force,
Sun Ra,
Joe Smooth,
Minny Pops,
the Fania All-Stars,
One Last Wish,
Lalann,
Brothers Johnson,
Public Enemy,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Stetsasonic,
The Detroit Cobras,
Saccharine Trust,
The Invisible,
Eden Ahbez,
Index,
Simply Red,
Sonic Youth,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Marmalade,
The Residents,
Darondo,
Moby Grape,
Deadbeat,
Half Japanese,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Walker Brothers,
Lindisfarne,
June Days,
Dark Day,
Idris Muhammad,
Jawbox,
B.T. Express,
Alphaville,
Letta Mbulu,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Janne Schatter,
The Gories,
Camberwell Now,
Charles Mingus,
Ludus,
Barry Ungar,
Skaos,
Reagan Youth,
Robert Wyatt,
KRS-One, KRS-One, KRS-One, KRS-One.
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.