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 Comoros and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Fall to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Man Eating Sloth. All the underground hits.
All the Swans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boz Scaggs 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a This Heat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Vainqueur,
Ponytail,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Human League,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Durutti Column,
Nick Fraelich,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Camberwell Now,
Soulsonic Force,
Second Layer,
The Index,
Erykah Badu,
Fela Kuti,
the Germs,
Gastr Del Sol,
Altered Images,
Aaron Thompson,
Barrington Levy,
Flipper,
Reagan Youth,
Duran Duran,
Make Up,
Curtis Mayfield,
Rufus Thomas,
Faraquet,
The Neon Judgement,
D'Angelo,
The Detroit Cobras,
R.M.O.,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Barbara Tucker,
The Grass Roots,
Cameo,
Groovy Waters,
The Buckinghams,
AZ,
Babytalk,
The Names,
Supertramp,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Alarm Clocks,
Albert Ayler,
Johnny Clarke,
Hashim,
Youth Brigade,
Gichy Dan,
Gang Green,
The Seeds,
Hot Snakes,
Dawn Penn,
Goldenarms,
Angry Samoans,
Fad Gadget,
The Last Poets,
Radio Birdman,
Livin' Joy,
The Gladiators,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Young Rascals,
T.S.O.L.,
the Slits, the Slits, the Slits, the Slits.
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.