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 Singapore and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Kerri Chandler to the grunge 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 Model 500. All the underground hits.
All Bang on a Can All-Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mojo Men 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roxy Music record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Delta 5,
The Monks,
Jimmy McGriff,
Ken Boothe,
Quadrant,
Sexual Harrassment,
James White and The Blacks,
Public Image Ltd.,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Rotary Connection,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Mary Jane Girls,
Boz Scaggs,
Young Marble Giants,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Mo-Dettes,
Crash Course in Science,
Bad Manners,
DJ Style,
Curtis Mayfield,
David Bowie,
Henry Cow,
Amon Düül II,
The Stooges,
Scan 7,
the Germs,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Jeff Mills,
The J.B.'s,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Adolescents,
Crispy Ambulance,
Boogie Down Productions,
Kenny Larkin,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Gabor Szabo,
Byron Stingily,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
the Association,
The Dave Clark Five,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Index,
Subhumans,
Roy Ayers,
Lee Hazlewood,
U.S. Maple,
Black Moon,
Ultravox,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Warsaw,
B.T. Express,
Howard Jones,
Bill Near,
Y Pants,
Yusef Lateef,
The Divine Comedy,
MDC,
K-Klass,
The Seeds,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Gun Club, The Gun Club, The Gun Club, The Gun Club.
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.