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 Slovakia and from Taipei.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 güiro 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 Soul II Soul to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Porter Ricks. All the underground hits.
All Manfred Mann's Earth Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rakim 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Slick Rick record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Funky Four + One,
Tommy Roe,
Idris Muhammad,
The Fuzztones,
Harpers Bizarre,
Todd Rundgren,
Television Personalities,
the Soft Cell,
Grey Daturas,
Shoche,
The Mummies,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Ultra Naté,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Big Daddy Kane,
Brothers Johnson,
Robert Hood,
Amon Düül,
Blossom Toes,
Drexciya,
Chris & Cosey,
Ultimate Spinach,
Zero Boys,
Soul Sonic Force,
Depeche Mode,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Royal Trux,
The Saints,
Half Japanese,
Marc Almond,
T.S.O.L.,
Theoretical Girls,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Boogie Down Productions,
ABBA,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Bronski Beat,
The Fire Engines,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Barrington Levy,
Colin Newman,
Joy Division,
Country Joe & The Fish,
the Normal,
Whodini,
Soul II Soul,
U.S. Maple,
Pagans,
Blancmange,
the Human League,
D'Angelo,
Pulsallama,
Lower 48,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Groovy Waters,
Nik Kershaw,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Magma,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
This Heat,
Brand Nubian,
Nas,
Alice Coltrane,
Second Layer, Second Layer, Second Layer, Second Layer.
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.