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 South Africa and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 marimba 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 Sarah Menescal to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Bad Manners. All the underground hits.
All Eric Dolphy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Metal Thangz record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Blackbyrds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes 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 American Breed,
Gang Gang Dance,
Simply Red,
Graham Central Station,
The Cramps,
The Pop Group,
The Alarm Clocks,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Roy Ayers,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Evens,
Andrew Hill,
Arthur Verocai,
Archie Shepp,
Erasure,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Shadows of Knight,
Roxy Music,
The Smoke,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
KRS-One,
Jawbox,
Patti Smith,
Crooked Eye,
Yazoo,
Franke,
Hoover,
EPMD,
Scan 7,
Can,
The Sound,
Theoretical Girls,
The Neon Judgement,
Aloha Tigers,
The Happenings,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Ponytail,
X-Ray Spex,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Associates,
LL Cool J,
Mary Jane Girls,
48th St. Collective,
Derrick Morgan,
Newcleus,
Al Stewart,
The United States of America,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Jacob Miller,
Frankie Knuckles,
Juan Atkins,
Alton Ellis,
T. Rex,
Average White Band,
Lucky Dragons,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Buckinghams,
The Slackers,
Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!.
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.