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 Estonia and from Philadelphia.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 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 Black Pus to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Hardrive. All the underground hits.
All The Young Rascals tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Moody Blues record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-102 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DJ Sneak,
Sun Ra,
Adolescents,
Qualms,
Wings,
Robert Hood,
Mission of Burma,
Harry Pussy,
The Offenders,
Avey Tare,
Susan Cadogan,
Average White Band,
Archie Shepp,
Carl Craig,
Davy DMX,
Brass Construction,
The Grass Roots,
Harmonia,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Barracudas,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Wake,
Traffic Nightmare,
Johnny Clarke,
Dorothy Ashby,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Ituana,
Amon Düül II,
Absolute Body Control,
KRS-One,
Supertramp,
Swans,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Tom Boy,
Todd Rundgren,
The Neon Judgement,
Thompson Twins,
World's Most,
Joensuu 1685,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Junior Murvin,
Godley & Creme,
Pere Ubu,
John Lydon,
Monolake,
Lightning Bolt,
Howard Jones,
Wolf Eyes,
Television Personalities,
Gichy Dan,
the Human League,
Lou Reed,
Kas Product,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Busters,
the Germs,
Blossom Toes,
Soul II Soul,
Mary Jane Girls,
UT,
Faraquet,
Drive Like Jehu,
Jawbox, Jawbox, Jawbox, Jawbox.
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.