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 Egypt and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 organ 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 Johnny Osbourne to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Tres Demented. All the underground hits.
All Barry Ungar tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Con Funk Shun record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scrapy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cal Tjader,
Brothers Johnson,
Barbara Tucker,
Peter & Gordon,
Blake Baxter,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Aswad,
Monolake,
X-102,
Marmalade,
Jeru the Damaja,
Mary Jane Girls,
Eric Dolphy,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Accadde A,
Minor Threat,
Alice Coltrane,
Newcleus,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Velvet Underground,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Wire,
Bluetip,
Gichy Dan,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Smiths,
Inner City,
Jerry Gold Smith,
X-Ray Spex,
Piero Umiliani,
Khruangbin,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Electric Prunes,
The Human League,
Barry Ungar,
Lower 48,
The Seeds,
Porter Ricks,
The Monochrome Set,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Kenny Larkin,
the Soft Cell,
Groovy Waters,
Kayak,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
the Fania All-Stars,
Sarah Menescal,
Johnny Clarke,
Reuben Wilson,
Henry Cow,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Remains,
Charles Mingus,
The Offenders,
Agitation Free,
The J.B.'s,
DNA,
The Angels of Light,
The Raincoats,
Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas.
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.