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 Saudi Arabia and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Mighty Diamonds to the electroclash 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 The Monks. All the underground hits.
All DNA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Slits 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a D'Angelo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Archie Shepp,
Wasted Youth,
The Fire Engines,
Rites of Spring,
A Certain Ratio,
Robert Görl,
Barrington Levy,
KRS-One,
Cluster,
The Gladiators,
New Order,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Scientists,
Gang Starr,
Ponytail,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Trojans,
Soft Machine,
the Association,
Marine Girls,
Half Japanese,
Pagans,
Intrusion,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Oneida,
Gastr Del Sol,
Marcia Griffiths,
Excepter,
Josef K,
8 Eyed Spy,
Theoretical Girls,
Faust,
Barbara Tucker,
Funkadelic,
Minny Pops,
The Saints,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Quantec,
Arab on Radar,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Aloha Tigers,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Panda Bear,
Danielle Patucci,
the Sonics,
Blancmange,
Kurtis Blow,
The Invisible,
The Searchers,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Skriet,
Delon & Dalcan,
Letta Mbulu,
Bush Tetras,
48th St. Collective,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Duran Duran,
One Last Wish,
Gang Gang Dance,
Lakeside,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Seeds, The Seeds, The Seeds, The Seeds.
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.