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 Seychelles and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise 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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Gang Green to the rap 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 Organ. All the underground hits.
All Flipper tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ludus 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 chamberlin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Con Funk Shun record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobbi Humphrey,
Y Pants,
The Velvet Underground,
Nas,
New Age Steppers,
Judy Mowatt,
The Associates,
The Black Dice,
The Slackers,
Jesper Dahlback,
Lungfish,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Fortunes,
Alton Ellis,
Bush Tetras,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Vogues,
New York Dolls,
Matthew Halsall,
Peter and Kerry,
The Divine Comedy,
The Toasters,
Camberwell Now,
Skriet,
Animal Collective,
Donny Hathaway,
The Offenders,
The Sonics,
Glambeats Corp.,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Happenings,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Soul II Soul,
The Smiths,
Con Funk Shun,
David Bowie,
Public Enemy,
Bob Dylan,
Faust,
The Electric Prunes,
Pierre Henry,
Chris Corsano,
Camouflage,
In Retrospect,
Gastr Del Sol,
Yusef Lateef,
Underground Resistance,
The Zeros,
The Grass Roots,
The Tremeloes,
Silicon Teens,
These Immortal Souls,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Monks,
Quadrant,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Aswad,
Minutemen,
The Moody Blues,
Neil Young,
Alphaville,
Rod Modell,
U.S. Maple, U.S. Maple, U.S. Maple, U.S. Maple.
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.