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 Kiribati and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the snare 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 Stetsasonic to the punk 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 Ludus. All the underground hits.
All Simply Red tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pantaleimon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Oneida record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Symarip,
Buzzcocks,
The Real Kids,
JFA,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Black Dice,
Derrick Morgan,
Panda Bear,
Joe Finger,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Throbbing Gristle,
Bronski Beat,
the Fania All-Stars,
Guru Guru,
Scratch Acid,
Boz Scaggs,
Quantec,
Outsiders,
Ohio Players,
Scion,
Unwound,
Sun Ra,
Robert Hood,
Mad Mike,
Hasil Adkins,
Eric Dolphy,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Kerri Chandler,
The Saints,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Flamin' Groovies,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Amazonics,
Pulsallama,
Donny Hathaway,
Oblivians,
Skarface,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Lebanon Hanover,
Dennis Brown,
In Retrospect,
Moby Grape,
Severed Heads,
The Remains,
Kenny Larkin,
Gerry Rafferty,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Siglo XX,
Clear Light,
The Sound,
Joey Negro,
The Cowsills,
Josef K,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Divine Comedy,
Fat Boys,
Japan,
Groovy Waters,
The Knickerbockers,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Fuzztones,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Urselle, Urselle, Urselle, Urselle.
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.