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 Armenia and from Salvador.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Peter & Gordon to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Hardrive. All the underground hits.
All Parry Music tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hashim,
Rotary Connection,
Scratch Acid,
Monolake,
June Days,
Skarface,
Ohio Players,
Flamin' Groovies,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Roger Hodgson,
Jacques Brel,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Sparks,
Blake Baxter,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Tremeloes,
Radio Birdman,
Tommy Roe,
The Moody Blues,
Depeche Mode,
The Busters,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Flipper,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Tom Boy,
The Moleskins,
Kevin Saunderson,
Morten Harket,
Jawbox,
Derrick Morgan,
Crispian St. Peters,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Shadows of Knight,
FM Einheit,
Laurel Aitken,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Todd Rundgren,
Agitation Free,
Circle Jerks,
Chrome,
Lyres,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Das Ding,
World's Most,
Blancmange,
R.M.O.,
kango's stein massive,
Scrapy,
Animal Collective,
The Pretty Things,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Happenings,
Junior Murvin,
Marmalade,
Half Japanese,
DNA,
June of 44,
Mars,
Goldenarms,
The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers.
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.