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 Liechtenstein and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Moby Grape to the disco 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 Jawbox. All the underground hits.
All The Raincoats tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hardrive record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dorothy Ashby record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Eve St. Jones,
Trumans Water,
Japan,
The Young Rascals,
E-Dancer,
Leonard Cohen,
Q and Not U,
Matthew Halsall,
The Last Poets,
Metal Thangz,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Slits,
The Names,
Man Parrish,
Groovy Waters,
Rites of Spring,
The Monochrome Set,
Cabaret Voltaire,
DJ Sneak,
Jerry's Kids,
Deadbeat,
Boogie Down Productions,
Angry Samoans,
Patti Smith,
The Wake,
Isaac Hayes,
Roger Hodgson,
Jacques Brel,
Ossler,
The Fall,
Black Sheep,
Minor Threat,
Lebanon Hanover,
Theoretical Girls,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Inner City,
Motorama,
Ornette Coleman,
T.S.O.L.,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Misunderstood,
Main Source,
Eric B and Rakim,
Kurtis Blow,
The Cramps,
The Dirtbombs,
Aloha Tigers,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Prince Buster,
Skriet,
The Remains,
Peter & Gordon,
Excepter,
The Alarm Clocks,
Stereo Dub,
Zapp,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Move,
Idris Muhammad,
The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang.
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.