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 Singapore and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the sitar 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 Fania All-Stars to the techno 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 Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson. All the underground hits.
All Deakin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Maurizio 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Circle Jerks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eurythmics,
Traffic Nightmare,
Man Parrish,
Ten City,
Albert Ayler,
Stereo Dub,
Crooked Eye,
AZ,
DNA,
Underground Resistance,
The Dave Clark Five,
Sixth Finger,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Dead Boys,
Model 500,
Cecil Taylor,
The Blackbyrds,
The Monks,
Bauhaus,
Yusef Lateef,
Scott Walker,
Electric Prunes,
The Slackers,
Pantaleimon,
Lindisfarne,
Fat Boys,
The Real Kids,
Tubeway Army,
Minutemen,
The Standells,
Michelle Simonal,
Heaven 17,
The Evens,
Wings,
L. Decosne,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The New Christs,
Vainqueur,
R.M.O.,
Fluxion,
Ituana,
Ralphi Rosario,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Stockholm Monsters,
Iggy Pop,
Rufus Thomas,
Dennis Brown,
Spoonie Gee,
Scratch Acid,
Prince Buster,
Nirvana,
Au Pairs,
Avey Tare,
Boz Scaggs,
Nils Olav,
The Vogues,
The Kinks,
The Fortunes,
Pierre Henry,
Con Funk Shun,
Cymande,
48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective.
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.