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 Iceland and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 güiro 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 Blossom Toes to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The Count Five. All the underground hits.
All Wire tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Anthony Braxton record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a KRS-One record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ice-T,
Lalann,
The Young Rascals,
Nation of Ulysses,
Lindisfarne,
Lakeside,
The Saints,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Malaria!,
Stockholm Monsters,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Terry Callier,
LL Cool J,
Agitation Free,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Seeds,
Gabor Szabo,
Nick Fraelich,
Nas,
Alphaville,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Jandek,
The Beau Brummels,
Girls At Our Best!,
Monolake,
The Busters,
Average White Band,
Black Pus,
Jeff Lynne,
Mo-Dettes,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Warsaw,
Wolf Eyes,
Gerry Rafferty,
Massinfluence,
Eric B and Rakim,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Hardrive,
World's Most,
DJ Style,
Roxy Music,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Real Kids,
Mandrill,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Byron Stingily,
Danielle Patucci,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Nils Olav,
Robert Hood,
Skaos,
Saccharine Trust,
Yaz,
Make Up,
Bobby Sherman,
Eden Ahbez,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Ken Boothe,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Bob Dylan,
Magma,
Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy.
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.