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 Georgia and from Beijing.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 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 Rufus Thomas to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Jerry Gold Smith. All the underground hits.
All Gang Green tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Can 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Newcleus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Saints,
The Trojans,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
MC5,
Kevin Saunderson,
Derrick Morgan,
Robert Hood,
Leonard Cohen,
Y Pants,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Eric B and Rakim,
Peter & Gordon,
Eve St. Jones,
Rites of Spring,
Desert Stars,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Robert Wyatt,
Marine Girls,
The Alarm Clocks,
Eurythmics,
Aswad,
Bob Dylan,
Royal Trux,
Organ,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Joey Negro,
Frankie Knuckles,
the Fania All-Stars,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
T.S.O.L.,
The Knickerbockers,
Marmalade,
Electric Prunes,
The Victims,
The Smiths,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Birthday Party,
Godley & Creme,
Marvin Gaye,
Mr. Review,
Arab on Radar,
Todd Terry,
Judy Mowatt,
Zapp,
Sister Nancy,
kango's stein massive,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
LL Cool J,
Oneida,
The Blues Magoos,
Basic Channel,
The Monochrome Set,
Roxy Music,
Henry Cow,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Vogues,
Hoover,
The Invisible,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Walker Brothers,
Boogie Down Productions,
Lyres, Lyres, Lyres, Lyres.
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.