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 St Lucia and from Jakarta.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the güiro 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 Adolescents to the crunk 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 Cymande. All the underground hits.
All The Trojans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Funkadelic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed & Metallica record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Davy DMX,
The Martian,
Flash Fearless,
Todd Rundgren,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Unrelated Segments,
The Residents,
Groovy Waters,
Reagan Youth,
Bluetip,
The Misunderstood,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Hoover,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Blackbyrds,
Joe Finger,
Sister Nancy,
Massinfluence,
June Days,
Nils Olav,
X-102,
New Order,
Frankie Knuckles,
Quadrant,
The Alarm Clocks,
Rod Modell,
Rotary Connection,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Siglo XX,
Moby Grape,
Minny Pops,
OOIOO,
Eve St. Jones,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Toasters,
June of 44,
Radio Birdman,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Oneida,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Das Ding,
Mo-Dettes,
The Young Rascals,
Lucky Dragons,
Tomorrow,
MDC,
The Dead C,
Marvin Gaye,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Skriet,
Eric Dolphy,
Underground Resistance,
Juan Atkins,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Smiths,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Count Five,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Fugazi, Fugazi, Fugazi, Fugazi.
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.