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 Sweden and from Philadelphia.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Toronto.
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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the güiro 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 Oneida to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Harmonia. All the underground hits.
All The Selecter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sonics 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 chamberlin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hasil Adkins 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?
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Tom Boy,
The Busters,
Banda Bassotti,
Colin Newman,
Aloha Tigers,
Soft Machine,
Boredoms,
Gang of Four,
Idris Muhammad,
The Doors,
The Doobie Brothers,
Warsaw,
Soul Sonic Force,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Johnny Clarke,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Sparks,
Kerri Chandler,
The Velvet Underground,
Fat Boys,
Erykah Badu,
Minor Threat,
MC5,
Young Marble Giants,
Minny Pops,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Television,
Harpers Bizarre,
Joy Division,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Marmalade,
Hoover,
David Axelrod,
Desert Stars,
The Smiths,
Essential Logic,
Crispy Ambulance,
Terrestrial Tones,
Brand Nubian,
Alice Coltrane,
The Zeros,
Kevin Saunderson,
Yazoo,
the Bar-Kays,
Gang Starr,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Gabor Szabo,
Excepter,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Roger Hodgson,
Gregory Isaacs,
D'Angelo,
Bob Dylan,
Danielle Patucci,
Thee Headcoats,
Soul II Soul,
Boogie Down Productions,
Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel.
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.