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 Germany and from Accra.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
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 Von Mondo to the electroclash 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 Eurythmics. All the underground hits.
All Roy Ayers Ubiquity tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radiohead record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Seeds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barry Ungar,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Terry Callier,
Babytalk,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Marshall Jefferson,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Gories,
Flash Fearless,
Prince Buster,
Quando Quango,
The Skatalites,
Skarface,
10cc,
Spandau Ballet,
Newcleus,
The Motions,
Heaven 17,
Leonard Cohen,
Soulsonic Force,
The Black Dice,
Reagan Youth,
T.S.O.L.,
The Fire Engines,
Minnie Riperton,
Terrestrial Tones,
June Days,
Joensuu 1685,
DJ Sneak,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Funkadelic,
8 Eyed Spy,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Dorothy Ashby,
the Germs,
The Offenders,
Scrapy,
Fela Kuti,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Soft Machine,
Sam Rivers,
The Fugs,
New Order,
The Gun Club,
This Heat,
Drexciya,
Panda Bear,
Blancmange,
Amazonics,
Yusef Lateef,
The J.B.'s,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Kaleidoscope,
The Cramps,
Electric Prunes,
The Sonics,
Faraquet,
Nas,
These Immortal Souls,
Traffic Nightmare,
Nico,
Carl Craig,
Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach.
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.