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 Peru and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 sitar 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 Lou Christie to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Fifty Foot Hose. All the underground hits.
All the Human League tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Newcleus 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Albert Ayler record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Erykah Badu,
Adolescents,
Unrelated Segments,
The Smiths,
Ralphi Rosario,
Stetsasonic,
MDC,
The Remains,
Minor Threat,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Amazonics,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Joe Finger,
The Walker Brothers,
La Düsseldorf,
Stereo Dub,
Basic Channel,
The Slackers,
Crispy Ambulance,
Accadde A,
Tommy Roe,
The Stooges,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Al Stewart,
Arab on Radar,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Zero Boys,
Cheater Slicks,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Joe Smooth,
Soul II Soul,
Sparks,
Essential Logic,
Grandmaster Flash,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Ronnie Foster,
Roxy Music,
Matthew Halsall,
Donald Byrd,
Pharoah Sanders,
Grauzone,
Khruangbin,
The Gladiators,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Modern Lovers,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
James White and The Blacks,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Red Krayola,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Beau Brummels,
Shuggie Otis,
Peter and Kerry,
Tubeway Army,
Howard Jones,
Jesper Dahlback,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Five Americans,
Black Sheep,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio.
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.