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 Solomon Islands and from Sao Paulo.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Lille.
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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Frankie Knuckles to the rap 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 One Last Wish. All the underground hits.
All Country Joe & The Fish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yellowson 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 an oboe and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bluetip record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Davy DMX,
Dark Day,
Sonny Sharrock,
Derrick Morgan,
The Sonics,
Suburban Knight,
Altered Images,
Terrestrial Tones,
Sällskapet,
John Foxx,
Silicon Teens,
Shoche,
Smog,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Intrusion,
The Neon Judgement,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Absolute Body Control,
The Associates,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Ice-T,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Symarip,
The Young Rascals,
The Mummies,
Bill Near,
Scientists,
Man Parrish,
Grey Daturas,
New York Dolls,
MDC,
Marine Girls,
Rotary Connection,
Radiohead,
Quando Quango,
Brothers Johnson,
Ken Boothe,
Infiniti,
Youth Brigade,
Ituana,
David Bowie,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Anakelly,
Curtis Mayfield,
Lightning Bolt,
Peter & Gordon,
Massinfluence,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Bobby Sherman,
The Detroit Cobras,
Wire,
Joey Negro,
Shuggie Otis,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Music Machine,
Skarface,
The Selecter,
The American Breed,
Drexciya,
T.S.O.L.,
Essential Logic,
Eric Dolphy,
The Smiths, The Smiths, The Smiths, The Smiths.
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.