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 Bhutan and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Gang Green to the crunk 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 Public Enemy. All the underground hits.
All Malaria! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Remains record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nirvana record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Sonics,
Peter & Gordon,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Donald Byrd,
Tears for Fears,
The Move,
Lee Hazlewood,
The New Christs,
Clear Light,
Janne Schatter,
Deepchord,
Lucky Dragons,
Tommy Roe,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Standells,
Marvin Gaye,
The Buckinghams,
Index,
New Order,
Tom Boy,
Isaac Hayes,
Aswad,
Guru Guru,
Kenny Larkin,
Pagans,
Arab on Radar,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Audionom,
Wire,
Marine Girls,
Amon Düül II,
The Motions,
Scratch Acid,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Qualms,
Patti Smith,
Cal Tjader,
June Days,
The Last Poets,
Ronan,
Bobby Sherman,
Suburban Knight,
Simply Red,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Skriet,
Henry Cow,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Brick,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Smiths,
Hardrive,
Zapp,
Wasted Youth,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Black Flag,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Big Daddy Kane,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Alison Limerick,
Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan.
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.