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 Malaysia and from Philadelphia.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Fortunes to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Wake tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hasil Adkins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Electric Prunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ten City,
Essential Logic,
Fluxion,
D'Angelo,
Agent Orange,
Intrusion,
Andrew Hill,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Buckinghams,
Yusef Lateef,
Lalann,
Sun City Girls,
Little Man,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Desert Stars,
Vainqueur,
Thee Headcoats,
kango's stein massive,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Vladislav Delay,
Black Pus,
Alison Limerick,
Lou Reed,
Freddie Wadling,
Lucky Dragons,
Marmalade,
Brick,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Five Americans,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Lalo Schifrin,
Sun Ra,
X-102,
Nation of Ulysses,
Black Sheep,
Stockholm Monsters,
Pere Ubu,
Lightning Bolt,
F. McDonald,
Sam Rivers,
Ice-T,
X-Ray Spex,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Subhumans,
Gabor Szabo,
Popol Vuh,
Royal Trux,
Sparks,
The Leaves,
Crispian St. Peters,
Ultimate Spinach,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Lungfish,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Outsiders,
Mark Hollis,
Camouflage,
Soft Cell,
Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock.
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.