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 Honduras and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 organ 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 Swans 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 Index. All the underground hits.
All The Stooges tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Livin' Joy 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sly & The Family Stone record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eli Mardock,
Excepter,
Pantaleimon,
Johnny Osbourne,
X-101,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Saints,
John Lydon,
The Knickerbockers,
Hardrive,
Adolescents,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Angels of Light,
Man Parrish,
Outsiders,
Joey Negro,
The Move,
Absolute Body Control,
Roxette,
Los Fastidios,
The Last Poets,
David McCallum,
The Golliwogs,
Sun Ra,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Marshall Jefferson,
Sex Pistols,
Big Daddy Kane,
Lungfish,
Japan,
Sixth Finger,
Mr. Review,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Crime,
The Litter,
Gerry Rafferty,
Nirvana,
Arthur Verocai,
Jandek,
The Slackers,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Brick,
Max Romeo,
China Crisis,
Supertramp,
Fear,
Pierre Henry,
The Seeds,
Joe Smooth,
Depeche Mode,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Al Stewart,
Spandau Ballet,
Drexciya,
EPMD,
The Moleskins,
Alton Ellis,
June Days,
David Bowie,
Lou Reed, Lou Reed, Lou Reed, Lou Reed.
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.