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 Paraguay and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Lalo Schifrin to the crunk 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 Joe Smooth. All the underground hits.
All June of 44 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Buzzcocks 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Last Poets record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Monks,
Terrestrial Tones,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Derrick Morgan,
The Raincoats,
Malaria!,
Kool Moe Dee,
Joe Smooth,
Crispian St. Peters,
F. McDonald,
The Buckinghams,
Janne Schatter,
Scientists,
New Order,
Half Japanese,
The Sonics,
Skarface,
Fela Kuti,
Agent Orange,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Frankie Knuckles,
Country Joe & The Fish,
kango's stein massive,
Black Pus,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Au Pairs,
AZ,
Public Enemy,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Pantaleimon,
Basic Channel,
Fatback Band,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Nation of Ulysses,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Curtis Mayfield,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Roger Hodgson,
Yaz,
Todd Rundgren,
Ornette Coleman,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Deakin,
The Golliwogs,
Main Source,
Ash Ra Tempel,
the Sonics,
Sandy B,
Pole,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Letta Mbulu,
Tom Boy,
The J.B.'s,
The Toasters,
Fad Gadget,
Tubeway Army,
Erasure,
Harpers Bizarre,
Rapeman,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Searchers,
Jacob Miller,
Lakeside, Lakeside, Lakeside, Lakeside.
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.