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 Beijing.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Scratch Acid to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx. All the underground hits.
All Junior Murvin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neil Young & Crazy Horse record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Henry Cow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New York Dolls,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Hot Snakes,
Easy Going,
Q65,
The Music Machine,
Blake Baxter,
Anakelly,
Bob Dylan,
DJ Style,
Minutemen,
Fad Gadget,
Steve Hackett,
Public Enemy,
Man Eating Sloth,
Gregory Isaacs,
Jacob Miller,
Girls At Our Best!,
Black Bananas,
The Doobie Brothers,
Stockholm Monsters,
Crash Course in Science,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Gladiators,
Con Funk Shun,
Nirvana,
Public Image Ltd.,
Bizarre Inc.,
Nico,
Young Marble Giants,
Charles Mingus,
Depeche Mode,
Scratch Acid,
Barbara Tucker,
New Age Steppers,
Eve St. Jones,
John Lydon,
Alison Limerick,
Thee Headcoats,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Rakim,
D'Angelo,
Drexciya,
Talk Talk,
Delta 5,
This Heat,
Grauzone,
Panda Bear,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Sonic Youth,
Kenny Larkin,
Basic Channel,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Howard Jones,
Sparks,
Cecil Taylor,
The Victims,
Japan,
Soft Machine, Soft Machine, Soft Machine, Soft Machine.
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.