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 Switzerland and from Salvador.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 Holger Czukay 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 Fatback Band to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Desert Stars. All the underground hits.
All Ralphi Rosario tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radiohead record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Oneida record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wings,
K-Klass,
Wally Richardson,
Y Pants,
Mantronix,
Grey Daturas,
Lou Reed,
Nils Olav,
Andrew Hill,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
DNA,
Godley & Creme,
Inner City,
The Count Five,
the Sonics,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Pussy Galore,
Franke,
Maurizio,
The Mojo Men,
The Dead C,
Dennis Brown,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Birthday Party,
Icehouse,
D'Angelo,
Lower 48,
The Monks,
Skriet,
Sun City Girls,
The Red Krayola,
David McCallum,
Soulsonic Force,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Dark Day,
Harmonia,
The Shadows of Knight,
Average White Band,
Jacques Brel,
The Mummies,
Todd Terry,
Susan Cadogan,
Chris & Cosey,
Talk Talk,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Davy DMX,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Gap Band,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Johnny Osbourne,
L. Decosne,
Black Pus,
Erasure,
Swans,
Fluxion,
Accadde A,
Nirvana,
Brass Construction,
Mary Jane Girls,
Mr. Review,
The Beau Brummels,
Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd.
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.