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 Mexico and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Remains to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Ronan. All the underground hits.
All Radio Birdman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ajijia Myrayebe record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a One Last Wish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Can,
Saccharine Trust,
David Bowie,
Johnny Clarke,
Crash Course in Science,
Duran Duran,
The Mummies,
Freddie Wadling,
Stiv Bators,
The Five Americans,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
John Holt,
Drexciya,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Donny Hathaway,
Mars,
Lalann,
Rites of Spring,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Hot Snakes,
Ponytail,
Alphaville,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Ralphi Rosario,
Hashim,
Steve Hackett,
Symarip,
Gong,
Blossom Toes,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Yusef Lateef,
New Age Steppers,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Harry Pussy,
Boz Scaggs,
Altered Images,
Hardrive,
The Knickerbockers,
8 Eyed Spy,
Moby Grape,
Quando Quango,
Letta Mbulu,
James White and The Blacks,
X-Ray Spex,
Joey Negro,
Eric Copeland,
Dual Sessions,
Nick Fraelich,
The Happenings,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Lyres,
The Smiths,
Scrapy,
Barbara Tucker,
Interpol,
Hoover,
Joyce Sims,
Scion, Scion, Scion, Scion.
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.