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 Kazakhstan and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Eric Dolphy to the disco 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 Beau Brummels. All the underground hits.
All Lalann tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deadbeat record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 chamberlin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Big Daddy Kane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Stiv Bators,
Anthony Braxton,
Livin' Joy,
The Remains,
Godley & Creme,
Funky Four + One,
Excepter,
Jeru the Damaja,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Bob Dylan,
Pantytec,
Sister Nancy,
The Dave Clark Five,
EPMD,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Bill Near,
Barclay James Harvest,
Monolake,
Joe Smooth,
Interpol,
The Busters,
Magazine,
Ultravox,
Connie Case,
Bobby Womack,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Grauzone,
The United States of America,
Yellowson,
Cecil Taylor,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Jesper Dahlback,
Aswad,
Circle Jerks,
Eric Dolphy,
Mars,
Con Funk Shun,
Dave Gahan,
The Selecter,
Tommy Roe,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Oneida,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Bootsy Collins,
Brass Construction,
Archie Shepp,
Neu!,
Mantronix,
F. McDonald,
Ronnie Foster,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Y Pants,
The Litter,
Newcleus,
DNA,
JFA,
Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken.
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.