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 Japan and from Calgary.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the snare 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 Todd Terry 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 Amon Düül II. All the underground hits.
All Bobbi Humphrey tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kool Moe Dee record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a James White and The Blacks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Kinks,
LL Cool J,
Boredoms,
Wolf Eyes,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Tropical Tobacco,
Kool Moe Dee,
Public Enemy,
the Human League,
Young Marble Giants,
Alice Coltrane,
Johnny Osbourne,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Nik Kershaw,
Sparks,
Frankie Knuckles,
Gabor Szabo,
Maurizio,
Dorothy Ashby,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
the Fania All-Stars,
Lyres,
Gong,
Desert Stars,
The Dave Clark Five,
Gastr Del Sol,
Mission of Burma,
The Cowsills,
Isaac Hayes,
Babytalk,
Yusef Lateef,
Amon Düül,
Arab on Radar,
Drexciya,
Scratch Acid,
Stiv Bators,
Scientists,
Negative Approach,
Harry Pussy,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Derrick May,
The Smiths,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Vladislav Delay,
CMW,
Au Pairs,
Darondo,
Cybotron,
Smog,
The Count Five,
Parry Music,
Grauzone,
Cheater Slicks,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Dual Sessions,
Fela Kuti,
Wasted Youth,
Jeff Mills,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Techniques,
Radio Birdman,
John Coltrane,
A Certain Ratio,
Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci.
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.