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 Dominican Republic and from Philadelphia.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Winnipeg.
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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the clarinet 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 The Stooges to the punk 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 Panda Bear. All the underground hits.
All Roger Hodgson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lyres 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Dirtbombs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mary Jane Girls,
Basic Channel,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Gang Starr,
Stockholm Monsters,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Dawn Penn,
Slick Rick,
Ponytail,
Zapp,
Agitation Free,
Organ,
Public Image Ltd.,
Simply Red,
the Soft Cell,
Warsaw,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Deakin,
Arab on Radar,
The Invisible,
Roy Ayers,
Jawbox,
Dorothy Ashby,
Althea and Donna,
John Coltrane,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Detroit Cobras,
Fugazi,
Babytalk,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Brick,
The Fall,
Rakim,
Yazoo,
The Cowsills,
Hasil Adkins,
Tomorrow,
The Offenders,
Skaos,
Tubeway Army,
DNA,
Section 25,
Skarface,
The Vogues,
Jeru the Damaja,
Idris Muhammad,
Crispian St. Peters,
Avey Tare,
Don Cherry,
Dual Sessions,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Monks,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Skatalites,
Echospace,
The Names,
Bootsy Collins,
Robert Görl,
Desert Stars,
Soul Sonic Force,
Porter Ricks,
Sam Rivers,
Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton.
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.