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 Haiti and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 New Age Steppers to the jazz 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 Delta 5. All the underground hits.
All Yaz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Letta Mbulu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Jesus and Mary Chain record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chris Corsano,
Tom Boy,
Connie Case,
Toni Rubio,
Marine Girls,
MDC,
Roger Hodgson,
Quantec,
Pylon,
Matthew Bourne,
JFA,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Babytalk,
Archie Shepp,
New York Dolls,
Sister Nancy,
Delta 5,
Ludus,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Rakim,
Harry Pussy,
ABBA,
LL Cool J,
Lalann,
Man Parrish,
48th St. Collective,
Brothers Johnson,
Radiopuhelimet,
Barclay James Harvest,
Jacques Brel,
Rapeman,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Knickerbockers,
Blossom Toes,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Black Pus,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Das Ding,
Dorothy Ashby,
Eden Ahbez,
La Düsseldorf,
UT,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Metal Thangz,
Symarip,
Sun City Girls,
Fear,
T.S.O.L.,
The Grass Roots,
New Age Steppers,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Human League,
Funkadelic,
Crooked Eye,
Kevin Saunderson,
Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp..
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.