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 Mali and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Seoul.
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 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 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 Godley & Creme to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Albert Ayler. All the underground hits.
All Crispian St. Peters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cure record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fugazi record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Urselle,
Archie Shepp,
Deepchord,
Idris Muhammad,
Mo-Dettes,
Young Marble Giants,
The Trojans,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Marine Girls,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Parry Music,
The Sisters of Mercy,
ABBA,
Goldenarms,
John Cale,
Minutemen,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
John Holt,
Royal Trux,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Nick Fraelich,
Max Romeo,
The Blackbyrds,
Gang Green,
Gregory Isaacs,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Motions,
Derrick May,
Hardrive,
The Wake,
Zapp,
Eurythmics,
Eddi Front,
Flamin' Groovies,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Sonics,
Rekid,
Agitation Free,
Duran Duran,
This Heat,
Sugar Minott,
Janne Schatter,
Bizarre Inc.,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Sun Ra,
Rapeman,
Frankie Knuckles,
Lyres,
Wally Richardson,
Scrapy,
The Grass Roots,
D'Angelo,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Gerry Rafferty,
Echospace,
Colin Newman,
Desert Stars,
Slick Rick,
The Dead C,
Radio Birdman,
Marcia Griffiths,
Supertramp, Supertramp, Supertramp, Supertramp.
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.