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 Guyana and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Alton Ellis to the grime 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 T.S.O.L.. All the underground hits.
All Country Joe & The Fish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grey Daturas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lafayette Afro Rock Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tommy Roe,
The Divine Comedy,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Evens,
John Coltrane,
Lower 48,
DNA,
Black Bananas,
Eric Dolphy,
Dawn Penn,
Ronan,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Crime,
The Gories,
Barclay James Harvest,
Simply Red,
Scratch Acid,
Joensuu 1685,
Monks,
Whodini,
Ohio Players,
Kurtis Blow,
Desert Stars,
Minny Pops,
Hasil Adkins,
The Five Americans,
Rakim,
Don Cherry,
Man Parrish,
Neu!,
Infiniti,
KRS-One,
The Busters,
The Beau Brummels,
Trumans Water,
Visage,
The Stooges,
Ronnie Foster,
L. Decosne,
Brand Nubian,
Television,
Ken Boothe,
Buzzcocks,
Quando Quango,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Mo-Dettes,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Duran Duran,
Matthew Bourne,
Sällskapet,
Mr. Review,
The Mummies,
Boredoms,
FM Einheit,
R.M.O.,
Gabor Szabo,
Pulsallama,
Tomorrow,
Charles Mingus,
Mad Mike, Mad Mike, Mad Mike, Mad Mike.
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.