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 Sri Lanka and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Milan.
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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Shuggie Otis to the disco 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 Brothers Johnson. All the underground hits.
All Stockholm Monsters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Angels of Light record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Smog record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Swans,
Jacob Miller,
L. Decosne,
The Birthday Party,
June Days,
Gang Gang Dance,
Lower 48,
Bluetip,
Jandek,
Sun Ra,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Aswad,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Letta Mbulu,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Skatalites,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Marmalade,
The Flesh Eaters,
the Association,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Fire Engines,
Moby Grape,
Echospace,
Terry Callier,
The Last Poets,
Kool Moe Dee,
Scott Walker,
Ponytail,
Roy Ayers,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Johnny Osbourne,
Mr. Review,
Peter & Gordon,
The Selecter,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Johnny Clarke,
Heaven 17,
MDC,
Aural Exciters,
Tubeway Army,
Ultra Naté,
KRS-One,
Lindisfarne,
Idris Muhammad,
Pierre Henry,
the Slits,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Marvin Gaye,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Stereo Dub,
Boogie Down Productions,
Barry Ungar,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Byron Stingily,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Soft Cell,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Mission of Burma,
Rakim, Rakim, Rakim, Rakim.
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.