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 Somalia and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Mad Mike to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Michelle Simonal. All the underground hits.
All Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Chocolate Watch Band 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Heavy D & The Boyz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Half Japanese,
Adolescents,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Music Machine,
It's A Beautiful Day,
June of 44,
Easy Going,
Hasil Adkins,
the Swans,
Accadde A,
Procol Harum,
Aloha Tigers,
The Cowsills,
Agent Orange,
Marmalade,
L. Decosne,
Josef K,
Fluxion,
Model 500,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Carl Craig,
Matthew Halsall,
The Standells,
Gang Starr,
Nils Olav,
Minnie Riperton,
Cecil Taylor,
The Happenings,
Suburban Knight,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Ultimate Spinach,
OOIOO,
Mission of Burma,
Ultra Naté,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
EPMD,
the Slits,
Fat Boys,
Goldenarms,
Soft Machine,
David McCallum,
Stetsasonic,
R.M.O.,
Livin' Joy,
Mantronix,
Barbara Tucker,
Spandau Ballet,
Pole,
Harry Pussy,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Ralphi Rosario,
Bootsy Collins,
Eric Dolphy,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Crispian St. Peters,
Shoche,
Circle Jerks,
Lindisfarne,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Blues Magoos,
Underground Resistance,
Morten Harket,
Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja.
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.