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 Rwanda and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the 808 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 Brand Nubian to the disco 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 Metal Thangz. All the underground hits.
All Spandau Ballet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Raincoats 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grandmaster Flash record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Crash Course in Science,
Kerri Chandler,
Susan Cadogan,
Harry Pussy,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Wasted Youth,
Nas,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Birthday Party,
The Busters,
Leonard Cohen,
Public Enemy,
Donald Byrd,
The Music Machine,
Camberwell Now,
Unwound,
The Black Dice,
The Misunderstood,
In Retrospect,
Whodini,
Roy Ayers,
Dawn Penn,
Rod Modell,
Idris Muhammad,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Bizarre Inc.,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Victims,
Das Ding,
Malaria!,
Zapp,
Scion,
Lindisfarne,
Sandy B,
Michelle Simonal,
Massinfluence,
Max Romeo,
Brand Nubian,
Glambeats Corp.,
Can,
Tim Buckley,
X-Ray Spex,
The Evens,
Ice-T,
The Martian,
A Certain Ratio,
EPMD,
Lou Christie,
Soul II Soul,
Mary Jane Girls,
Cluster,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Radio Birdman,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Jandek,
Ronnie Foster,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The New Christs, The New Christs, The New Christs, The New Christs.
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.