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 Guatemala and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Delta 5 to the punk 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 Masters at Work. All the underground hits.
All Dennis Brown tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soul II Soul record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gil Scott Heron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Massinfluence,
Boogie Down Productions,
Steve Hackett,
Eric B and Rakim,
Cluster,
Man Parrish,
Cheater Slicks,
Wings,
Bush Tetras,
The Doors,
Sarah Menescal,
Ralphi Rosario,
Sight & Sound,
the Bar-Kays,
the Slits,
Supertramp,
Kaleidoscope,
Soft Cell,
Half Japanese,
John Cale,
Los Fastidios,
Lakeside,
Robert Hood,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Niagra,
The Walker Brothers,
The Sound,
Minutemen,
Bootsy Collins,
Mission of Burma,
The Moody Blues,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
a-ha,
LL Cool J,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Mo-Dettes,
The Toasters,
48th St. Collective,
Black Moon,
The Dave Clark Five,
June of 44,
The Move,
Cymande,
Agent Orange,
Ultravox,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
DJ Style,
Marc Almond,
Guru Guru,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Agitation Free,
Sandy B,
Jeff Mills,
Flipper,
Barrington Levy,
Gabor Szabo,
The New Christs,
Robert Wyatt,
Rapeman,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Jimmy McGriff,
Gastr Del Sol,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Davy DMX, Davy DMX, Davy DMX, Davy DMX.
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.