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 Liberia and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Big Daddy Kane to the grime 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 Donald Byrd. All the underground hits.
All Lalo Schifrin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Derrick May 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a cv313 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Von Mondo,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Fortunes,
EPMD,
X-102,
Deadbeat,
Lindisfarne,
Adolescents,
Tropical Tobacco,
Lower 48,
Robert Hood,
The Monks,
DJ Style,
The Pop Group,
Groovy Waters,
Blossom Toes,
Fluxion,
Pulsallama,
The Kinks,
Crime,
Neu!,
Eddi Front,
Spoonie Gee,
the Normal,
T. Rex,
Easy Going,
Scientists,
Shoche,
Desert Stars,
Derrick Morgan,
James White and The Blacks,
Chrome,
Todd Terry,
The Beau Brummels,
Anakelly,
Gang Starr,
Mars,
B.T. Express,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
David Axelrod,
Monolake,
Leonard Cohen,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Simply Red,
Rekid,
The Electric Prunes,
the Human League,
Boz Scaggs,
Joey Negro,
Connie Case,
Peter & Gordon,
Amon Düül II,
Soul Sonic Force,
Fatback Band,
Howard Jones,
Frankie Knuckles,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Gang Green,
Ludus,
Underground Resistance,
The Wake, The Wake, The Wake, The Wake.
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.