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 Bulgaria and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Pylon. All the underground hits.
All Skriet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Erasure 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Slave record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Christie,
Icehouse,
Jesper Dahlback,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Eric B and Rakim,
Electric Prunes,
The Wake,
Iggy Pop,
Sonny Sharrock,
Duran Duran,
John Lydon,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Depeche Mode,
Man Eating Sloth,
Cymande,
Loose Ends,
Gang of Four,
Marcia Griffiths,
Pantaleimon,
Pylon,
Don Cherry,
Stereo Dub,
Tropical Tobacco,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Blues Magoos,
Kayak,
Liliput,
Funky Four + One,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Black Pus,
Scott Walker,
Porter Ricks,
Rufus Thomas,
Jerry's Kids,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Y Pants,
Trumans Water,
Cecil Taylor,
Buzzcocks,
Desert Stars,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Half Japanese,
One Last Wish,
Janne Schatter,
Bad Manners,
Visage,
Spandau Ballet,
The Happenings,
Anakelly,
Fluxion,
Japan,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Johnny Osbourne,
Derrick May,
Marine Girls,
Crooked Eye,
Donny Hathaway,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Archie Shepp,
Arab on Radar,
Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley.
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.