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 Cape Verde and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 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 Dorothy Ashby to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Danielle Patucci. All the underground hits.
All Roxy Music tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fortunes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Misunderstood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeru the Damaja,
Chris Corsano,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Robert Wyatt,
U.S. Maple,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Morten Harket,
Unwound,
Arcadia,
Black Moon,
Henry Cow,
Tommy Roe,
Rotary Connection,
The Durutti Column,
Grauzone,
Boogie Down Productions,
Newcleus,
AZ,
Charles Mingus,
The Remains,
JFA,
Bobby Womack,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Angels of Light,
X-Ray Spex,
LL Cool J,
Byron Stingily,
Marmalade,
Kaleidoscope,
Young Marble Giants,
Darondo,
Stetsasonic,
Roxette,
Masters at Work,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Country Teasers,
Goldenarms,
The Sonics,
The Wake,
Symarip,
World's Most,
Bootsy Collins,
Arthur Verocai,
The Fall,
the Human League,
Grandmaster Flash,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Animal Collective,
Boredoms,
Ludus,
Pole,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Bill Wells,
Alice Coltrane,
Hot Snakes,
David McCallum,
a-ha,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Ten City,
Groovy Waters,
Todd Rundgren,
Minny Pops,
Black Pus,
Harry Pussy,
Von Mondo, Von Mondo, Von Mondo, Von Mondo.
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.