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 Monaco and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 Lou Reed 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 Sun Ra Arkestra to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The Chocolate Watch Band. All the underground hits.
All Kevin Saunderson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deakin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Skatalites record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marvin Gaye,
Black Pus,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Nation of Ulysses,
K-Klass,
Alphaville,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Au Pairs,
48th St. Collective,
Arcadia,
Neu!,
Joe Finger,
The Stooges,
Icehouse,
Pole,
Harmonia,
The Knickerbockers,
Tears for Fears,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Roxy Music,
Lakeside,
T. Rex,
Drexciya,
Piero Umiliani,
Vainqueur,
Tres Demented,
Procol Harum,
Japan,
Panda Bear,
Loose Ends,
Masters at Work,
Make Up,
These Immortal Souls,
Soulsonic Force,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Matthew Halsall,
Inner City,
Robert Görl,
Glambeats Corp.,
Jawbox,
Metal Thangz,
Slick Rick,
The Modern Lovers,
Wire,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Jimmy McGriff,
Sandy B,
China Crisis,
Barry Ungar,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
the Normal,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Monks,
Angry Samoans,
8 Eyed Spy,
Ken Boothe,
Lee Hazlewood,
David Axelrod,
The Young Rascals,
Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock.
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.