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 Grenada and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Marmalade to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Eric Copeland. All the underground hits.
All 8 Eyed Spy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every In Retrospect record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 an arpeggiator and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arab on Radar record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Motorama,
Average White Band,
Gang of Four,
The Motions,
Tropical Tobacco,
Aloha Tigers,
The Seeds,
Faust,
Yusef Lateef,
Kenny Larkin,
The Fortunes,
Byron Stingily,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
John Holt,
The Fuzztones,
Monks,
Mary Jane Girls,
Maurizio,
Pussy Galore,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Jeff Lynne,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Shoche,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
One Last Wish,
Todd Terry,
OOIOO,
The Moleskins,
D'Angelo,
Yaz,
Liliput,
Morten Harket,
Anthony Braxton,
Bobby Womack,
Masters at Work,
Visage,
Eric B and Rakim,
Matthew Halsall,
Freddie Wadling,
Basic Channel,
Television,
Aaron Thompson,
Main Source,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Alarm Clocks,
Tears for Fears,
The Doors,
K-Klass,
Derrick May,
Lindisfarne,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Delta 5,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Red Krayola,
The Smiths,
Amon Düül,
Roy Ayers,
Ituana,
8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy.
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.