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 Norway and from Lyon.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Philadelphia.
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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Johnny Osbourne to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 La Düsseldorf. All the underground hits.
All Terry Callier tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amon Düül II 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Davy DMX record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fuzztones,
48th St. Collective,
Radiopuhelimet,
Easy Going,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Smog,
Josef K,
Drive Like Jehu,
John Lydon,
Arthur Verocai,
Agitation Free,
Drexciya,
Isaac Hayes,
MC5,
Japan,
Scratch Acid,
Joy Division,
Rotary Connection,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Kurtis Blow,
Eve St. Jones,
New Age Steppers,
Mark Hollis,
Deadbeat,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Tubeway Army,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Victims,
Amon Düül II,
Surgeon,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Henry Cow,
Loose Ends,
Khruangbin,
Soulsonic Force,
Hot Snakes,
Procol Harum,
Oneida,
The Doobie Brothers,
Ultra Naté,
Skriet,
JFA,
Flamin' Groovies,
Matthew Halsall,
Quantec,
Slick Rick,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Harry Pussy,
Wire,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Urselle,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Alton Ellis,
Funkadelic,
Eden Ahbez,
Gil Scott Heron,
Eric B and Rakim,
Model 500, Model 500, Model 500, Model 500.
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.