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 Japan and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Techniques to the crunk 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 Stereo Dub. All the underground hits.
All The Victims tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gerry Rafferty record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 linndrum and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Idris Muhammad record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pantaleimon,
LL Cool J,
Wolf Eyes,
Minny Pops,
Lalo Schifrin,
Gil Scott Heron,
Kenny Larkin,
Carl Craig,
Tomorrow,
Rosa Yemen,
The Buckinghams,
Theoretical Girls,
Frankie Knuckles,
Black Bananas,
the Association,
Half Japanese,
Newcleus,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Malaria!,
B.T. Express,
New Age Steppers,
The Seeds,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
June of 44,
Goldenarms,
Robert Hood,
JFA,
Curtis Mayfield,
Bill Wells,
The Dave Clark Five,
Reuben Wilson,
Deepchord,
Monolake,
Mad Mike,
Flamin' Groovies,
DJ Style,
Piero Umiliani,
Marc Almond,
Danielle Patucci,
James White and The Blacks,
KRS-One,
Audionom,
Camberwell Now,
Sonic Youth,
Althea and Donna,
Lakeside,
Anthony Braxton,
Blake Baxter,
John Foxx,
Model 500,
The Fire Engines,
Metal Thangz,
The Smoke,
Massinfluence,
ABBA,
Todd Rundgren,
Suicide,
Bill Near,
Severed Heads,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Prince Buster, Prince Buster, Prince Buster, Prince Buster.
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.