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 Russia and from Houston.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Slick Rick to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Reuben Wilson. All the underground hits.
All Howard Jones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Happenings record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Electric Prunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gastr Del Sol,
The Detroit Cobras,
kango's stein massive,
Bizarre Inc.,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Beau Brummels,
Infiniti,
The Misunderstood,
Peter and Kerry,
Junior Murvin,
Lakeside,
La Düsseldorf,
the Normal,
Arab on Radar,
Schoolly D,
Rhythm & Sound,
Tropical Tobacco,
Deakin,
Rod Modell,
Nico,
Zero Boys,
The Durutti Column,
Tres Demented,
Mad Mike,
Josef K,
D'Angelo,
David McCallum,
Mary Jane Girls,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Parry Music,
U.S. Maple,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Litter,
Bush Tetras,
China Crisis,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Massinfluence,
Althea and Donna,
Prince Buster,
The Modern Lovers,
Lebanon Hanover,
Tim Buckley,
Anthony Braxton,
Audionom,
June of 44,
The Red Krayola,
Neu!,
Minor Threat,
Sonny Sharrock,
Eric Dolphy,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Curtis Mayfield,
a-ha,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Patti Smith,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family.
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.