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 Panama and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Agitation Free. All the underground hits.
All Gastr Del Sol tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tom Boy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Saccharine Trust record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
T. Rex,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Eurythmics,
Kerrie Biddell,
Sex Pistols,
Peter & Gordon,
The Cure,
The Velvet Underground,
Mission of Burma,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Quantec,
Glenn Branca,
Goldenarms,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Infiniti,
Ituana,
Supertramp,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
AZ,
Black Pus,
Funky Four + One,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Red Krayola,
Flipper,
Zero Boys,
The Human League,
Schoolly D,
Juan Atkins,
Bill Wells,
Crispy Ambulance,
Kenny Larkin,
Alice Coltrane,
Severed Heads,
Japan,
Scratch Acid,
Alphaville,
Rapeman,
Carl Craig,
Rhythm & Sound,
Soft Machine,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
A Certain Ratio,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Johnny Clarke,
Bootsy Collins,
Eve St. Jones,
Ultimate Spinach,
T.S.O.L.,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Smog,
Zapp,
Adolescents,
Vladislav Delay,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Flesh Eaters,
Outsiders,
The Sonics,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column.
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.