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 Saudi Arabia and from Toronto.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 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 Moon to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 David Axelrod. All the underground hits.
All Byron Stingily tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bronski Beat 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 an oboe and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amon Düül record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-101,
Newcleus,
Traffic Nightmare,
Cal Tjader,
Marine Girls,
The Martian,
Erykah Badu,
The Blackbyrds,
Matthew Halsall,
Prince Buster,
The Mummies,
The Toasters,
Quando Quango,
Janne Schatter,
Toni Rubio,
The Grass Roots,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
EPMD,
Don Cherry,
Marmalade,
Fluxion,
John Lydon,
Audionom,
Juan Atkins,
Gang of Four,
Livin' Joy,
Vladislav Delay,
Brass Construction,
Connie Case,
The Doors,
Bizarre Inc.,
Lower 48,
T. Rex,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Gil Scott Heron,
Hashim,
The Trojans,
Kevin Saunderson,
Pere Ubu,
Black Flag,
Barbara Tucker,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Gastr Del Sol,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Soft Cell,
Heaven 17,
Groovy Waters,
Donny Hathaway,
The Last Poets,
The Happenings,
Rapeman,
Harry Pussy,
The Invisible,
One Last Wish,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Ornette Coleman,
Wasted Youth,
Nas,
Stockholm Monsters,
Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks.
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.