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 Nepal and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 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 Index to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 The Neon Judgement. All the underground hits.
All Erasure tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roger Hodgson 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The J.B.'s record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Selecter,
Index,
Charles Mingus,
The Skatalites,
Lebanon Hanover,
Black Sheep,
Albert Ayler,
Grauzone,
Tommy Roe,
Anakelly,
The Saints,
Hot Snakes,
Sexual Harrassment,
Carl Craig,
CMW,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Scan 7,
Rakim,
The Star Department,
Cameo,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Masters at Work,
Bizarre Inc.,
Scratch Acid,
Spoonie Gee,
Y Pants,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Ultravox,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Crime,
The Dead C,
Harpers Bizarre,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Sister Nancy,
Au Pairs,
The Standells,
Derrick May,
Aloha Tigers,
Andrew Hill,
The Grass Roots,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Skriet,
Brothers Johnson,
Alton Ellis,
Maleditus Sound,
David Axelrod,
Negative Approach,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Bobby Womack,
Henry Cow,
Frankie Knuckles,
John Holt,
Lou Reed,
Eyeless In Gaza,
John Lydon,
FM Einheit,
LL Cool J,
Brick,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Faraquet,
8 Eyed Spy,
Reagan Youth,
Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger.
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.