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 Thailand and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the oboe 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 Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog to the rock 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 Shoche. All the underground hits.
All Frankie Knuckles tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Henry Cow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gastr Del Sol,
Charles Mingus,
Gang Gang Dance,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Sonics,
Chris Corsano,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Kaleidoscope,
Jacques Brel,
Harpers Bizarre,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
London Community Gospel Choir,
DNA,
Warsaw,
Fat Boys,
Jerry's Kids,
Andrew Hill,
Inner City,
Mo-Dettes,
Joensuu 1685,
World's Most,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Soft Cell,
Connie Case,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Boz Scaggs,
Patti Smith,
The United States of America,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Fugazi,
Sun Ra,
Sällskapet,
Flipper,
The Slackers,
Kenny Larkin,
Sun City Girls,
Von Mondo,
Bobby Byrd,
Prince Buster,
Althea and Donna,
Nils Olav,
Urselle,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Trumans Water,
The Associates,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
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Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Mr. Review,
Funky Four + One,
David McCallum,
Dorothy Ashby,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Erykah Badu,
Nation of Ulysses,
Zapp,
Cymande,
The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines.
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.