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 Tuvalu and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the snare 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 A Certain Ratio to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Blancmange. All the underground hits.
All Fugazi tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alice Coltrane record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 guitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ten City record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Donny Hathaway,
Sound Behaviour,
John Holt,
Excepter,
Chris Corsano,
Massinfluence,
Prince Buster,
Slick Rick,
UT,
Camberwell Now,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Theoretical Girls,
The Beau Brummels,
Quando Quango,
Roxy Music,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Delon & Dalcan,
Fluxion,
Dark Day,
Vainqueur,
The Tremeloes,
The Red Krayola,
Trumans Water,
The J.B.'s,
Steve Hackett,
Porter Ricks,
Barrington Levy,
Unwound,
Curtis Mayfield,
Rotary Connection,
Toni Rubio,
Mad Mike,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Swans,
Lou Reed,
The Barracudas,
Little Man,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Japan,
Half Japanese,
Interpol,
Aural Exciters,
Lou Christie,
The Saints,
Unrelated Segments,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Robert Hood,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Barbara Tucker,
Drexciya,
Heaven 17,
Todd Terry,
The Gap Band,
Motorama,
Minnie Riperton,
Nas,
Ituana,
Cybotron,
Nirvana,
Icehouse,
the Association, the Association, the Association, the Association.
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.