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 Equatorial Guinea and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the marimba 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 disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Drive Like Jehu. All the underground hits.
All Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gabor Szabo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minor Threat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Graham Central Station,
Bauhaus,
X-102,
The Evens,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Neil Young,
Essential Logic,
Matthew Halsall,
The Saints,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Peter and Kerry,
Joe Smooth,
Sonny Sharrock,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Harpers Bizarre,
Amon Düül II,
The Black Dice,
Sonic Youth,
The Birthday Party,
Ornette Coleman,
In Retrospect,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Little Man,
June Days,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Index,
Main Source,
Marine Girls,
Tom Boy,
Masters at Work,
Kerri Chandler,
Oneida,
Lee Hazlewood,
Dark Day,
Gabor Szabo,
Sex Pistols,
ABBA,
Leonard Cohen,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Brass Construction,
Yellowson,
Royal Trux,
Unwound,
Mission of Burma,
Arab on Radar,
Pet Shop Boys,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The J.B.'s,
Wasted Youth,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Sun Ra,
Girls At Our Best!,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Beau Brummels,
Big Daddy Kane,
Bootsy Collins,
John Cale,
Niagra,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
DJ Sneak,
Crooked Eye,
The Fortunes,
The Five Americans, The Five Americans, The Five Americans, The Five Americans.
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.