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 Somalia and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 mellotron 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 Rosa Yemen to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Theoretical Girls. All the underground hits.
All Qualms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fela Kuti record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Remains record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Donny Hathaway,
Wings,
Graham Central Station,
The Fugs,
Sun City Girls,
Surgeon,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Vladislav Delay,
the Sonics,
X-101,
Eli Mardock,
The Trojans,
Skriet,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Marine Girls,
Boz Scaggs,
Gang of Four,
Jawbox,
Zero Boys,
Clear Light,
Cymande,
Icehouse,
Kurtis Blow,
Josef K,
Depeche Mode,
Youth Brigade,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Sandy B,
Q65,
The Wake,
Minnie Riperton,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Schoolly D,
Sixth Finger,
Mantronix,
Bluetip,
Mandrill,
L. Decosne,
Black Moon,
Jimmy McGriff,
Reuben Wilson,
Pierre Henry,
Excepter,
Godley & Creme,
Guru Guru,
Rotary Connection,
Andrew Hill,
Camouflage,
Pantytec,
Don Cherry,
MC5,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Music Machine,
Fugazi,
The Slits,
Joy Division,
The Blues Magoos,
The Blackbyrds,
Gil Scott Heron,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Skarface, Skarface, Skarface, Skarface.
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.