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 Zambia and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 guitar 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 Nils Olav to the disco 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 Joe Smooth. All the underground hits.
All Graham Central Station tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harry Pussy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Michelle Simonal record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Barry Ungar,
Robert Hood,
Absolute Body Control,
Infiniti,
Don Cherry,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Gichy Dan,
Brand Nubian,
Porter Ricks,
MC5,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Thee Headcoats,
Junior Murvin,
Amon Düül,
Tubeway Army,
Camberwell Now,
Clear Light,
Sugar Minott,
The Seeds,
X-Ray Spex,
Crash Course in Science,
The Electric Prunes,
The Gories,
Soft Cell,
Inner City,
Alton Ellis,
Shuggie Otis,
Camouflage,
Rufus Thomas,
Duran Duran,
Smog,
Tropical Tobacco,
Electric Prunes,
The Techniques,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Josef K,
David Bowie,
Scan 7,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Pet Shop Boys,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Maurizio,
Rekid,
Donald Byrd,
Wings,
Flipper,
Cymande,
Agent Orange,
The Doobie Brothers,
Schoolly D,
Joey Negro,
Bronski Beat,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Fortunes,
Morten Harket,
June of 44,
Harmonia,
Bobby Byrd,
Wolf Eyes,
The Wake,
Minutemen,
The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column.
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.