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 Grenada and from Woodstock.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Curtis Mayfield to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Heaven 17. All the underground hits.
All Lindisfarne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Skatalites record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Massinfluence record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kerri Chandler,
Moss Icon,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Guru Guru,
The Five Americans,
The Leaves,
Terrestrial Tones,
Procol Harum,
Morten Harket,
Bob Dylan,
OOIOO,
Young Marble Giants,
Saccharine Trust,
Soft Cell,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Urselle,
Eric Dolphy,
Lucky Dragons,
The Skatalites,
John Coltrane,
The Fire Engines,
Maurizio,
Livin' Joy,
Depeche Mode,
Mad Mike,
UT,
David Bowie,
Minnie Riperton,
Janne Schatter,
Desert Stars,
R.M.O.,
New Age Steppers,
Marcia Griffiths,
Public Enemy,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Joy Division,
Warren Ellis,
Soulsonic Force,
Stetsasonic,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Country Teasers,
Suicide,
Half Japanese,
Girls At Our Best!,
Jandek,
Roxette,
June Days,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Trojans,
Second Layer,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Smoke,
Eurythmics,
the Fania All-Stars,
Minor Threat,
Godley & Creme,
Aaron Thompson,
Con Funk Shun,
Excepter,
Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless.
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.