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 Israel 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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 Donald Fagen 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 Dark Day to the disco 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 Eric B and Rakim. All the underground hits.
All Average White Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alton Ellis 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Technova record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
L. Decosne,
The Flesh Eaters,
Nation of Ulysses,
Ituana,
Eric B and Rakim,
Scott Walker,
Average White Band,
Sarah Menescal,
Erasure,
The Walker Brothers,
Tommy Roe,
The Star Department,
Simply Red,
Public Image Ltd.,
Kenny Larkin,
Loose Ends,
Black Flag,
Thee Headcoats,
Q65,
Rod Modell,
Bronski Beat,
Suburban Knight,
Unwound,
The Birthday Party,
Unrelated Segments,
Carl Craig,
Pulsallama,
The Zeros,
Black Pus,
Little Man,
Lalo Schifrin,
Chris & Cosey,
Rakim,
Gong,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Fire Engines,
Rapeman,
the Normal,
Moebius,
New York Dolls,
Sandy B,
Animal Collective,
Charles Mingus,
Sound Behaviour,
Sonny Sharrock,
Pole,
Arab on Radar,
David McCallum,
World's Most,
The Fugs,
Sun Ra,
X-Ray Spex,
cv313,
Hot Snakes,
Main Source,
Desert Stars,
Blake Baxter,
Bush Tetras,
Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers.
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.