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 Chad and from Columbus.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the oboe 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 Camberwell Now to the jazz 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 Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds. All the underground hits.
All Henry Cow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Trumans Water 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Monolake record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Standells,
Barrington Levy,
Stetsasonic,
Girls At Our Best!,
New Order,
Ossler,
Gang Starr,
Sun City Girls,
Siglo XX,
the Sonics,
Don Cherry,
Boogie Down Productions,
Sixth Finger,
David Axelrod,
Terry Callier,
The Seeds,
Barry Ungar,
Oblivians,
Joey Negro,
Bronski Beat,
JFA,
The Skatalites,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Monks,
Eric B and Rakim,
Nico,
Lungfish,
The Sonics,
Prince Buster,
Simply Red,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Cramps,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
CMW,
Dennis Brown,
Mr. Review,
Wasted Youth,
Dead Boys,
Echospace,
Qualms,
The Cure,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Pylon,
Ronnie Foster,
Marvin Gaye,
Dark Day,
The Moody Blues,
The Mummies,
Gang Green,
Altered Images,
The Martian,
Todd Rundgren,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Jeru the Damaja,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Electric Prunes,
Khruangbin,
The Angels of Light,
Black Flag,
Sight & Sound,
The Pop Group, The Pop Group, The Pop Group, The Pop Group.
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.