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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Tehran.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Mexico City.
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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the oboe 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 Piero Umiliani 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 Erasure. All the underground hits.
All Judy Mowatt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every EPMD record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Maleditus Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Litter,
Skriet,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Sunsets and Hearts,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Motions,
Roy Ayers,
Steve Hackett,
Black Moon,
Byron Stingily,
Minutemen,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Sällskapet,
Yusef Lateef,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Remains,
The Selecter,
The Fall,
Nas,
Joe Smooth,
Scion,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
K-Klass,
Sarah Menescal,
the Bar-Kays,
The J.B.'s,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
David Bowie,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Victims,
Fatback Band,
Crime,
Rapeman,
Bronski Beat,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Shuggie Otis,
Throbbing Gristle,
Grauzone,
Junior Murvin,
Frankie Knuckles,
Deakin,
Technova,
Basic Channel,
Deepchord,
Dawn Penn,
Bobby Byrd,
Nation of Ulysses,
Ituana,
Rhythm & Sound,
Gastr Del Sol,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Easy Going,
Roxy Music,
The Leaves,
Neu!,
The Gladiators,
Nirvana,
Kaleidoscope,
The Saints,
Althea and Donna,
Black Flag,
Fat Boys, Fat Boys, Fat Boys, Fat Boys.
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.