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 Jordan and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Tim Buckley to the punk 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 Bill Near. All the underground hits.
All KRS-One tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Prince Buster 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soul II Soul record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare 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 Gun Club,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Cowsills,
The Gories,
Sam Rivers,
The Associates,
Jandek,
The Grass Roots,
Kerrie Biddell,
L. Decosne,
Anthony Braxton,
Gerry Rafferty,
Don Cherry,
Y Pants,
E-Dancer,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Barbara Tucker,
The American Breed,
The Dave Clark Five,
Patti Smith,
Kaleidoscope,
Amon Düül,
Kevin Saunderson,
Metal Thangz,
Hasil Adkins,
Faraquet,
Bush Tetras,
Basic Channel,
Lalo Schifrin,
Popol Vuh,
This Heat,
Maleditus Sound,
Slick Rick,
Subhumans,
Zero Boys,
Lyres,
One Last Wish,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
John Foxx,
Quantec,
Soft Machine,
Buzzcocks,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Derrick Morgan,
the Bar-Kays,
The Wake,
Interpol,
Robert Wyatt,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Crime,
The Trojans,
Royal Trux,
Cybotron,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Goldenarms,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Reagan Youth,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Frankie Knuckles,
Funkadelic, Funkadelic, Funkadelic, Funkadelic.
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.