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 Turkey and from Columbus.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the snare 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 Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz 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 Leonard Cohen. All the underground hits.
All Letta Mbulu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Spandau Ballet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a mellotron 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 organ and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Todd Rundgren,
Arcadia,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Scott Walker,
Bill Wells,
Big Daddy Kane,
Deakin,
Ultimate Spinach,
D'Angelo,
Deadbeat,
Gong,
The Gladiators,
Slick Rick,
Radiopuhelimet,
Make Up,
K-Klass,
Yellowson,
Funky Four + One,
The Monks,
Erykah Badu,
Drive Like Jehu,
Lou Reed,
Y Pants,
The Standells,
Visage,
New York Dolls,
Donny Hathaway,
Q and Not U,
T. Rex,
Arab on Radar,
the Association,
FM Einheit,
Terry Callier,
The New Christs,
Spoonie Gee,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
David Bowie,
Von Mondo,
Public Image Ltd.,
Ultravox,
Subhumans,
Theoretical Girls,
Cheater Slicks,
Minutemen,
Motorama,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Sparks,
Letta Mbulu,
Wings,
Skaos,
Swell Maps,
Avey Tare,
Guru Guru,
Desert Stars,
Prince Buster,
Henry Cow,
Ice-T,
Gang Starr,
Country Teasers,
Crooked Eye,
Ronnie Foster,
X-101,
Gastr Del Sol,
Outsiders, Outsiders, Outsiders, Outsiders.
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.