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 Tanzania and from Houston.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Fear 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 Erasure. All the underground hits.
All Yellowson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Selector Dub Narcotic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Goldenarms record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Public Image Ltd.,
The Pop Group,
Jacob Miller,
D'Angelo,
X-101,
Whodini,
Johnny Clarke,
Stereo Dub,
Don Cherry,
Television,
Minutemen,
The Move,
Blake Baxter,
Rufus Thomas,
The Misunderstood,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Kinks,
Deepchord,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
the Sonics,
Organ,
DNA,
The Grass Roots,
Frankie Knuckles,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Symarip,
Althea and Donna,
Outsiders,
Malaria!,
Sun Ra,
The Stooges,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
H. Thieme,
Marine Girls,
The Fugs,
Brand Nubian,
The Martian,
Toni Rubio,
Reagan Youth,
The Slits,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Vladislav Delay,
Dawn Penn,
Negative Approach,
Wally Richardson,
Eric Dolphy,
Ronan,
Lower 48,
Youth Brigade,
Monks,
UT,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Joyce Sims,
Goldenarms,
B.T. Express,
Grey Daturas,
Juan Atkins,
The Neon Judgement,
Tropical Tobacco,
Mad Mike,
The Knickerbockers,
Average White Band, Average White Band, Average White Band, Average White Band.
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.