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 Vietnam and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 oboe 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 June of 44 to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 T. Rex. All the underground hits.
All The Skatalites tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Flag record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Angels of Light & Akron/Family record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Funky Four + One,
Bill Near,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Mr. Review,
Television,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Jimmy McGriff,
Tom Boy,
The Invisible,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Swell Maps,
Kurtis Blow,
Albert Ayler,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Aural Exciters,
The Buckinghams,
Cecil Taylor,
The Litter,
Half Japanese,
Nik Kershaw,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Neil Young,
Black Moon,
The Raincoats,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Niagra,
Grey Daturas,
Duran Duran,
Lalann,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Johnny Osbourne,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Theoretical Girls,
The Standells,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Modern Lovers,
New Order,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Crispy Ambulance,
David McCallum,
Gang Starr,
Isaac Hayes,
Spoonie Gee,
The Gladiators,
Agitation Free,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
the Sonics,
Bauhaus,
Metal Thangz,
Accadde A,
Sight & Sound,
Harmonia,
Charles Mingus,
Erasure,
X-101,
Lebanon Hanover,
Essential Logic,
The Music Machine,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Doobie Brothers,
Das Ding, Das Ding, Das Ding, Das Ding.
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.