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 El Salvador and from Shanghai.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Last Poets to the rap 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 Electric Light Orchestra. All the underground hits.
All Index tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Infiniti record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Womack record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Divine Comedy,
Graham Central Station,
Sam Rivers,
Grauzone,
The Pop Group,
The Blues Magoos,
Television,
Alison Limerick,
Gabor Szabo,
Pagans,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Rufus Thomas,
Todd Rundgren,
Frankie Knuckles,
Babytalk,
Agent Orange,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Sonics,
Chrome,
Terrestrial Tones,
Bad Manners,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Minnie Riperton,
The Dead C,
Adolescents,
Cecil Taylor,
Gang Green,
Man Parrish,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Albert Ayler,
Animal Collective,
Terry Callier,
The Fall,
Ronan,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Zapp,
Joe Finger,
Leonard Cohen,
Interpol,
EPMD,
T. Rex,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Amon Düül II,
Skaos,
Radiopuhelimet,
Boogie Down Productions,
Todd Terry,
World's Most,
Smog,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Icehouse,
T.S.O.L.,
Faust,
Brass Construction,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Human League,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Simply Red,
Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols.
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.