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 El Salvador and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 guitar 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 Ituana to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Essential Logic. All the underground hits.
All Roy Ayers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Music Machine record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Albert Ayler record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
China Crisis,
Donald Byrd,
Spoonie Gee,
Youth Brigade,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Mars,
Erykah Badu,
Toni Rubio,
Eli Mardock,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Intrusion,
The Remains,
Ponytail,
Nick Fraelich,
David McCallum,
Yusef Lateef,
Unwound,
Los Fastidios,
Lakeside,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Gun Club,
The Raincoats,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Kayak,
Bang On A Can,
Carl Craig,
Saccharine Trust,
Severed Heads,
Throbbing Gristle,
Idris Muhammad,
Ronan,
Kerrie Biddell,
Stetsasonic,
The Gladiators,
The Neon Judgement,
Essential Logic,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Golliwogs,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Moby Grape,
Gerry Rafferty,
T. Rex,
D'Angelo,
Lou Christie,
The Beau Brummels,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Eurythmics,
Reagan Youth,
Cecil Taylor,
Rod Modell,
Man Eating Sloth,
Joey Negro,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Loose Ends,
Jacques Brel,
Black Moon,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Guru Guru,
Yaz,
48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective.
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.