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 Brazil and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 chamberlin 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 Happenings to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Davy DMX. All the underground hits.
All The Blackbyrds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Surgeon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 harpsichord and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jacob Miller record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
B.T. Express,
Andrew Hill,
Ponytail,
The Angels of Light,
Slick Rick,
James White and The Blacks,
Yazoo,
Morten Harket,
Cluster,
Babytalk,
Parry Music,
Big Daddy Kane,
Mark Hollis,
Whodini,
Sexual Harrassment,
Jesper Dahlback,
Marine Girls,
Heaven 17,
Amon Düül,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Fugs,
Brick,
Electric Prunes,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Grauzone,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Brass Construction,
Barbara Tucker,
Joyce Sims,
Angry Samoans,
Scan 7,
Reuben Wilson,
The Vogues,
Dave Gahan,
Stereo Dub,
Oneida,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The United States of America,
DJ Style,
Kurtis Blow,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Buzzcocks,
Ossler,
Scott Walker,
The Motions,
Guru Guru,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Todd Rundgren,
Delta 5,
Wings,
Sight & Sound,
The Victims,
Bobby Womack,
The Zeros,
Lee Hazlewood,
Adolescents,
The Real Kids,
Bronski Beat,
Clear Light,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Thee Headcoats,
The Toasters, The Toasters, The Toasters, The Toasters.
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.