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 Macedonia and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the sitar 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 Idris Muhammad to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Von Mondo. All the underground hits.
All Minutemen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Walker Brothers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 rhodes and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a EPMD record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Techniques,
Anthony Braxton,
Agent Orange,
The Selecter,
Drexciya,
Ohio Players,
Rod Modell,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Neon Judgement,
Trumans Water,
Ornette Coleman,
Pole,
Fear,
Talk Talk,
Crash Course in Science,
Yusef Lateef,
CMW,
Boz Scaggs,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
the Human League,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Five Americans,
The Shadows of Knight,
Ossler,
Parry Music,
Magma,
Kas Product,
Roxette,
Rakim,
the Soft Cell,
Make Up,
Ken Boothe,
The J.B.'s,
Bronski Beat,
Surgeon,
The Seeds,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Bobby Byrd,
Black Moon,
Little Man,
Au Pairs,
Hardrive,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Lyres,
Bluetip,
These Immortal Souls,
Scion,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Doors,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Velvet Underground,
Nils Olav,
Rekid,
The Smiths,
Kayak,
Nirvana,
Hoover,
Throbbing Gristle,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Black Bananas, Black Bananas, Black Bananas, Black Bananas.
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.