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 Lithuania and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Soul II Soul to the rap 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 Anakelly. All the underground hits.
All KRS-One tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mission of Burma 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Be Bop Deluxe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mr. Review,
New Age Steppers,
Marcia Griffiths,
Quadrant,
Gang Starr,
Dennis Brown,
Aloha Tigers,
Bob Dylan,
The Skatalites,
Minor Threat,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
MDC,
Chrome,
Echospace,
Sight & Sound,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Iggy Pop,
Graham Central Station,
Letta Mbulu,
The Techniques,
Visage,
Roxette,
Reagan Youth,
Ronnie Foster,
Avey Tare,
New York Dolls,
Lou Reed,
Pharoah Sanders,
Magma,
the Swans,
The Leaves,
Gerry Rafferty,
Albert Ayler,
Kas Product,
The Mummies,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
10cc,
The Sound,
Peter & Gordon,
Crooked Eye,
The J.B.'s,
David McCallum,
Malaria!,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Ultra Naté,
T.S.O.L.,
Lower 48,
The Monochrome Set,
Joyce Sims,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Rites of Spring,
Bill Wells,
Suburban Knight,
Bill Near,
Bush Tetras,
Gang of Four,
Excepter,
Radiohead,
Slick Rick,
Make Up,
Funky Four + One,
Inner City, Inner City, Inner City, Inner City.
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.