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 Netherlands and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the sitar 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 Young Marble Giants to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 David Axelrod tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pet Shop Boys 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a K-Klass record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ituana,
B.T. Express,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Toasters,
Oneida,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Crooked Eye,
Rakim,
Pantytec,
Marcia Griffiths,
Marmalade,
Con Funk Shun,
Pussy Galore,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Symarip,
The Gun Club,
Q and Not U,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Ultra Naté,
The Durutti Column,
Tom Boy,
The Buckinghams,
Metal Thangz,
Hasil Adkins,
The Cowsills,
Rapeman,
Ken Boothe,
the Normal,
Au Pairs,
David Axelrod,
The Skatalites,
Royal Trux,
Electric Prunes,
Loose Ends,
Malaria!,
Cal Tjader,
Von Mondo,
Sixth Finger,
John Coltrane,
The Litter,
Wasted Youth,
New Order,
UT,
Warsaw,
Kerrie Biddell,
48th St. Collective,
Marshall Jefferson,
Excepter,
Rites of Spring,
Eve St. Jones,
Barrington Levy,
New Age Steppers,
Lalo Schifrin,
the Swans,
Sex Pistols,
A Certain Ratio,
Grandmaster Flash,
Scott Walker,
Zero Boys,
Peter & Gordon,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Black Moon,
Deakin,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo.
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.