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 Bahamas and from Woodstock.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Heaven 17 to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Zero Boys. All the underground hits.
All EPMD tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joey Negro record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
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 Goldenarms record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roxy Music,
Nirvana,
Los Fastidios,
Metal Thangz,
F. McDonald,
Spoonie Gee,
John Lydon,
Crash Course in Science,
Johnny Clarke,
June Days,
The Slackers,
Nils Olav,
Crooked Eye,
Tropical Tobacco,
Alice Coltrane,
Average White Band,
Suicide,
Royal Trux,
PIL,
Mark Hollis,
Icehouse,
Michelle Simonal,
Simply Red,
The Selecter,
Peter and Kerry,
Mission of Burma,
Skarface,
Fugazi,
The Misunderstood,
JFA,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Music Machine,
Fad Gadget,
The American Breed,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
E-Dancer,
June of 44,
Rosa Yemen,
The Vogues,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Cecil Taylor,
Second Layer,
Gang Green,
Ultra Naté,
Dark Day,
Kaleidoscope,
The Smoke,
Max Romeo,
Mr. Review,
Ohio Players,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Brick,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Funky Four + One,
Don Cherry,
Loose Ends,
Reagan Youth,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Whodini,
Con Funk Shun,
Tomorrow,
Eric Dolphy,
The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight.
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.