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 Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Barrington Levy to the grunge 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 The Selecter. All the underground hits.
All The Seeds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Frankie Knuckles record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fugs,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Tommy Roe,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Grey Daturas,
R.M.O.,
the Slits,
Max Romeo,
Bill Wells,
Lungfish,
Moss Icon,
Marc Almond,
Half Japanese,
JFA,
The Trojans,
The Martian,
Stiv Bators,
Unrelated Segments,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Average White Band,
The Remains,
Rhythm & Sound,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
F. McDonald,
Roger Hodgson,
Blancmange,
Vladislav Delay,
Drexciya,
The Count Five,
The Toasters,
Albert Ayler,
Mo-Dettes,
Swans,
Kevin Saunderson,
K-Klass,
Banda Bassotti,
Monks,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
John Holt,
Monolake,
China Crisis,
DNA,
Letta Mbulu,
Flipper,
The Black Dice,
Henry Cow,
Soul II Soul,
Jacob Miller,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Pere Ubu,
The Moleskins,
Unwound,
LL Cool J,
Reagan Youth,
Black Sheep,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Standells,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One.
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.