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 Chile and from Tokyo.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Organ. All the underground hits.
All Larry & the Blue Notes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jesper Dahlbäck record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a These Immortal Souls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lungfish,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Sonics,
The Toasters,
Supertramp,
Sexual Harrassment,
Jeff Mills,
Unrelated Segments,
H. Thieme,
Stiv Bators,
Lucky Dragons,
Brick,
The Wake,
Leonard Cohen,
cv313,
Cymande,
Severed Heads,
Sparks,
the Slits,
Country Teasers,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Fire Engines,
DNA,
Oneida,
Rod Modell,
Kevin Saunderson,
June Days,
Warren Ellis,
Lower 48,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Skatalites,
Harpers Bizarre,
Moss Icon,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The J.B.'s,
Lee Hazlewood,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Raincoats,
The Fall,
Gregory Isaacs,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Jerry's Kids,
Funky Four + One,
The Dave Clark Five,
Cal Tjader,
Sun City Girls,
Deepchord,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Associates,
Hot Snakes,
Todd Terry,
ABBA,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Surgeon,
Can,
Ralphi Rosario,
The United States of America,
The Litter,
Whodini,
Terrestrial Tones,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Graham Central Station,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Five Americans, The Five Americans, The Five Americans, The Five Americans.
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.