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 Montenegro and from Toronto.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 sitar 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 Peter & Gordon to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 John Coltrane. All the underground hits.
All Suburban Knight tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rhythim Is Rhythim 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 spring reverb and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Letta Mbulu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Newcleus,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Loose Ends,
Man Parrish,
The Flesh Eaters,
John Lydon,
Young Marble Giants,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Rotary Connection,
James White and The Blacks,
Slick Rick,
In Retrospect,
Suicide,
The Human League,
Spandau Ballet,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Brothers Johnson,
Lakeside,
Kurtis Blow,
Pussy Galore,
Motorama,
Sugar Minott,
Johnny Osbourne,
Byron Stingily,
The Slits,
Agent Orange,
Magma,
Nas,
New Order,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Harpers Bizarre,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Half Japanese,
Icehouse,
The Moody Blues,
Stetsasonic,
R.M.O.,
Grandmaster Flash,
The New Christs,
B.T. Express,
Public Enemy,
Brand Nubian,
New Age Steppers,
Urselle,
Marvin Gaye,
Absolute Body Control,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Velvet Underground,
The Skatalites,
Guru Guru,
Barclay James Harvest,
Archie Shepp,
Monolake,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Last Poets,
Dark Day,
Mission of Burma,
Rosa Yemen,
the Normal,
The American Breed,
Kas Product,
Y Pants,
The Real Kids,
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.