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 Montenegro and from Sao Paulo.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Susan Cadogan to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Jandek. All the underground hits.
All Radiopuhelimet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Average White Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 an organ and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cowsills record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quantec,
Scrapy,
Nils Olav,
Man Eating Sloth,
Half Japanese,
Isaac Hayes,
Dawn Penn,
Sly & The Family Stone,
New York Dolls,
Robert Hood,
Tubeway Army,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Cowsills,
Brass Construction,
Gang Green,
Marmalade,
Fad Gadget,
Das Ding,
The Cure,
Stockholm Monsters,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Angels of Light,
Graham Central Station,
Harpers Bizarre,
Tom Boy,
Deakin,
Max Romeo,
Pantytec,
Cal Tjader,
Minny Pops,
The Monks,
Masters at Work,
R.M.O.,
DJ Sneak,
The Dirtbombs,
The Misunderstood,
Circle Jerks,
Dark Day,
Barry Ungar,
Amon Düül,
Sound Behaviour,
The Star Department,
Gil Scott Heron,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Saints,
The Gladiators,
OOIOO,
Bobby Womack,
Lucky Dragons,
Charles Mingus,
Colin Newman,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Soulsonic Force,
Black Flag,
Soul II Soul,
Minor Threat,
The Sound,
Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow.
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.