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 Taiwan and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the guitar 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 KRS-One to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Faust. All the underground hits.
All Whodini tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Anthony Braxton record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeff Lynne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jacob Miller,
Danielle Patucci,
Flash Fearless,
Faraquet,
Dennis Brown,
Bill Near,
Crispian St. Peters,
Alice Coltrane,
The Divine Comedy,
Kayak,
Tommy Roe,
Gil Scott Heron,
Eurythmics,
Q65,
Derrick May,
John Cale,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Fela Kuti,
Jawbox,
The Durutti Column,
Man Eating Sloth,
Throbbing Gristle,
Malaria!,
Kool Moe Dee,
Marshall Jefferson,
Basic Channel,
Pet Shop Boys,
Patti Smith,
Peter and Kerry,
Junior Murvin,
Grey Daturas,
Soul II Soul,
Curtis Mayfield,
Kurtis Blow,
Lindisfarne,
Judy Mowatt,
The Velvet Underground,
Hoover,
Johnny Clarke,
Connie Case,
Kenny Larkin,
The Golliwogs,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Agitation Free,
Big Daddy Kane,
Japan,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Hasil Adkins,
Motorama,
Man Parrish,
Infiniti,
Marine Girls,
Joey Negro,
Severed Heads,
The Doobie Brothers,
AZ,
Can,
the Sonics,
Agent Orange, Agent Orange, Agent Orange, Agent Orange.
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.