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 Guinea-Bissau and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 arpeggiator 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 Manfred Mann's Earth Band to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Dawn Penn. All the underground hits.
All Gong tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kerri Chandler record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 sitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Max Romeo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Shuggie Otis,
The Star Department,
Harry Pussy,
Connie Case,
Jacques Brel,
Crash Course in Science,
Sex Pistols,
Carl Craig,
Thee Headcoats,
June of 44,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Interpol,
Rhythm & Sound,
Nas,
The Slackers,
Throbbing Gristle,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Seeds,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Minor Threat,
Organ,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Cal Tjader,
Trumans Water,
Pylon,
Michelle Simonal,
Motorama,
Gabor Szabo,
The Litter,
Junior Murvin,
Index,
Siglo XX,
Cheater Slicks,
The Durutti Column,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Lee Hazlewood,
Neil Young,
Kurtis Blow,
Cymande,
Gang of Four,
The Invisible,
The Black Dice,
The Gories,
Sonic Youth,
Wolf Eyes,
H. Thieme,
Faraquet,
Quando Quango,
These Immortal Souls,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Q and Not U,
Lindisfarne,
The Saints,
Rotary Connection,
Gichy Dan,
Eli Mardock,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Clear Light,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Lucky Dragons,
Fat Boys, Fat Boys, Fat Boys, Fat Boys.
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.