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 Kosovo and from Shanghai.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Grass Roots to the grunge 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 E-Dancer. All the underground hits.
All Terror Squad Feat. Camron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Graham Central Station record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rakim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Idris Muhammad,
Massinfluence,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Crispian St. Peters,
Alphaville,
Boz Scaggs,
Nirvana,
Pere Ubu,
Sixth Finger,
Skarface,
Althea and Donna,
The Neon Judgement,
Camberwell Now,
Gichy Dan,
Y Pants,
Kool Moe Dee,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Velvet Underground,
Stetsasonic,
The Real Kids,
The Shadows of Knight,
Outsiders,
Wings,
Rites of Spring,
Basic Channel,
Soft Cell,
Mark Hollis,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Minnie Riperton,
Spandau Ballet,
Max Romeo,
Darondo,
OOIOO,
Main Source,
Black Moon,
These Immortal Souls,
The Pop Group,
Can,
Andrew Hill,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Ken Boothe,
Rekid,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Todd Terry,
R.M.O.,
The Grass Roots,
Adolescents,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Eric Dolphy,
Con Funk Shun,
Monks,
Roy Ayers,
Gastr Del Sol,
Silicon Teens,
Lower 48,
The Young Rascals,
Pylon,
Unrelated Segments,
Magazine, Magazine, Magazine, Magazine.
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.