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 Malta and from Bremen.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 808 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 The Happenings to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Mandrill. All the underground hits.
All Scion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brothers Johnson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Carl Craig record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Delon & Dalcan,
Jeru the Damaja,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Von Mondo,
Aaron Thompson,
Young Marble Giants,
R.M.O.,
Flipper,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Pere Ubu,
The Move,
Freddie Wadling,
Anthony Braxton,
Avey Tare,
Swans,
Barbara Tucker,
Altered Images,
Fluxion,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Piero Umiliani,
Brand Nubian,
The Tremeloes,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Technova,
Pylon,
Barrington Levy,
Pantaleimon,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Ice-T,
Aloha Tigers,
Mark Hollis,
Junior Murvin,
E-Dancer,
Roy Ayers,
Rufus Thomas,
Stiv Bators,
The Fortunes,
The Standells,
Godley & Creme,
Intrusion,
The Alarm Clocks,
L. Decosne,
T.S.O.L.,
Arab on Radar,
Interpol,
The Walker Brothers,
The Wake,
The Fall,
Thompson Twins,
Circle Jerks,
Model 500,
Bad Manners,
Derrick Morgan,
The Electric Prunes,
Urselle,
The Mummies,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Quantec,
KRS-One,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Saints,
Rakim, Rakim, Rakim, Rakim.
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.