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 Qatar and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 harpsichord 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 X-102 to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Ice-T. All the underground hits.
All Hardrive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Smiths record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Donald Byrd record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Germs,
Ornette Coleman,
Scion,
Josef K,
Smog,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Index,
Joensuu 1685,
a-ha,
Donny Hathaway,
Joe Smooth,
The Dave Clark Five,
48th St. Collective,
Clear Light,
Freddie Wadling,
Grey Daturas,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Ken Boothe,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Lalo Schifrin,
Alison Limerick,
Alton Ellis,
Gang Green,
Public Enemy,
Matthew Halsall,
The Skatalites,
Agitation Free,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Q65,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Piero Umiliani,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Vogues,
PIL,
Easy Going,
Slave,
The Gladiators,
The Happenings,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Rekid,
Lee Hazlewood,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Essential Logic,
the Association,
Fatback Band,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Albert Ayler,
Thee Headcoats,
The Fall,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Japan,
Eddi Front,
Ultimate Spinach,
Brick,
Procol Harum,
KRS-One, KRS-One, KRS-One, KRS-One.
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.