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 Lithuania and from Bremen.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 snare 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 Oppenheimer Analysis to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Jawbox. All the underground hits.
All Deadbeat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alton Ellis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 güiro and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sandy B record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Black Moon,
Terrestrial Tones,
Pulsallama,
Ronan,
Bill Near,
Ten City,
Soft Machine,
Prince Buster,
Ultimate Spinach,
Vladislav Delay,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Slave,
The Fugs,
Mandrill,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Peter and Kerry,
Swell Maps,
Severed Heads,
Half Japanese,
Mary Jane Girls,
Gang Starr,
Cybotron,
Barclay James Harvest,
Hardrive,
8 Eyed Spy,
A Certain Ratio,
Lindisfarne,
the Soft Cell,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Nation of Ulysses,
Fugazi,
Robert Hood,
Livin' Joy,
Eli Mardock,
The Count Five,
Negative Approach,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
the Human League,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Franke,
Wally Richardson,
Jandek,
Amon Düül,
Slick Rick,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Brick,
Pharoah Sanders,
Maurizio,
Archie Shepp,
The Stooges,
Gang Green,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Beau Brummels,
Don Cherry,
Rapeman,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Suburban Knight,
Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal.
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.