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 Marshall Islands and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 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 This Heat to the rap 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 The Count Five. All the underground hits.
All Davy DMX tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Todd Rundgren record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Franke record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Slick Rick,
Outsiders,
Juan Atkins,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Khruangbin,
Nick Fraelich,
Tim Buckley,
E-Dancer,
Ken Boothe,
Arthur Verocai,
Joey Negro,
Cameo,
Eve St. Jones,
Animal Collective,
Harry Pussy,
Angry Samoans,
Dawn Penn,
Neu!,
Icehouse,
Vainqueur,
Swans,
The Fuzztones,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Motions,
Crime,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Cosmic Jokers,
AZ,
Idris Muhammad,
The Dirtbombs,
Interpol,
Faust,
Soul II Soul,
Derrick Morgan,
Kaleidoscope,
Radiohead,
F. McDonald,
Unrelated Segments,
Gang Green,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Chris & Cosey,
the Swans,
The Mummies,
Scott Walker,
Bush Tetras,
DNA,
Procol Harum,
Ice-T,
Motorama,
Con Funk Shun,
Peter and Kerry,
The Neon Judgement,
Jeff Mills,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Piero Umiliani,
Tommy Roe,
Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne.
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.