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 Tajikistan and from Delhi.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Public Enemy to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Alton Ellis. All the underground hits.
All Harry Pussy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scott Walker + Sunn O))) record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Isaac Hayes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Easy Going,
Stockholm Monsters,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Pagans,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Walker Brothers,
Todd Rundgren,
The Blackbyrds,
Tommy Roe,
Dual Sessions,
The Pop Group,
The Happenings,
Hashim,
The Sound,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Rapeman,
PIL,
Rhythm & Sound,
Joe Smooth,
Lindisfarne,
Minny Pops,
Hot Snakes,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Electric Prunes,
The Flesh Eaters,
Magma,
Radiohead,
David Axelrod,
Brand Nubian,
Eli Mardock,
Graham Central Station,
Sonic Youth,
Groovy Waters,
Jandek,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Litter,
Nick Fraelich,
Arthur Verocai,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Eric Copeland,
Alphaville,
The Searchers,
Lightning Bolt,
Soulsonic Force,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Kinks,
Nils Olav,
Motorama,
Can,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Cluster,
In Retrospect,
Deakin,
Delta 5,
Isaac Hayes,
Moss Icon,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Dave Clark Five,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s.
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.