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 Israel and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 The Index to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog. All the underground hits.
All Procol Harum tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Womack record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kings Of Tomorrow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Royal Trux,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Animal Collective,
This Heat,
A Certain Ratio,
Unrelated Segments,
The Gories,
the Swans,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
New Age Steppers,
The Pop Group,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Ohio Players,
Fad Gadget,
The Trojans,
Darondo,
Yusef Lateef,
Archie Shepp,
Jacques Brel,
The Pretty Things,
Slave,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Velvet Underground,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Fat Boys,
Joyce Sims,
Lungfish,
Nik Kershaw,
The Moleskins,
Bootsy Collins,
Mission of Burma,
Young Marble Giants,
Brand Nubian,
Connie Case,
Soft Cell,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Monks,
Theoretical Girls,
Moss Icon,
Sunsets and Hearts,
PIL,
Terry Callier,
Charles Mingus,
Wally Richardson,
Fluxion,
Rod Modell,
The Smiths,
Mantronix,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Robert Wyatt,
Glambeats Corp.,
Scott Walker,
cv313,
Crash Course in Science,
Marshall Jefferson,
Depeche Mode,
LL Cool J,
Rotary Connection,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Pylon,
the Sonics, the Sonics, the Sonics, the Sonics.
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.