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 Tonga and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 D'Angelo to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Be Bop Deluxe. All the underground hits.
All The Blackbyrds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every cv313 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Selecter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Albert Ayler,
Crispy Ambulance,
Toni Rubio,
ABBA,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Shadows of Knight,
Marmalade,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Ohio Players,
Leonard Cohen,
Black Bananas,
Gabor Szabo,
Barry Ungar,
Lou Reed,
Can,
Massinfluence,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Faust,
Patti Smith,
DJ Style,
Althea and Donna,
Boogie Down Productions,
Kool Moe Dee,
John Cale,
Crash Course in Science,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Ten City,
Sparks,
Audionom,
Animal Collective,
Slick Rick,
Siglo XX,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Tommy Roe,
Donny Hathaway,
Interpol,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Drive Like Jehu,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Model 500,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Amon Düül II,
Blossom Toes,
Aural Exciters,
The Fuzztones,
Rites of Spring,
Roger Hodgson,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Red Krayola,
Metal Thangz,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Offenders,
Magma,
Scion,
The Real Kids,
Talk Talk,
Sight & Sound,
Hot Snakes,
Terrestrial Tones,
Sun City Girls,
Bill Near,
DNA,
Unrelated Segments,
Subhumans, Subhumans, Subhumans, Subhumans.
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.