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 Bahrain and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Shoche to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Siglo XX. All the underground hits.
All Tears for Fears tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oneida record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a R.M.O. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Q65,
The Angels of Light,
Max Romeo,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Marmalade,
Kerrie Biddell,
B.T. Express,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Chris Corsano,
Pussy Galore,
L. Decosne,
Crash Course in Science,
U.S. Maple,
Shoche,
Archie Shepp,
Joe Finger,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Minny Pops,
Radio Birdman,
John Foxx,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Todd Rundgren,
Das Ding,
Lower 48,
Accadde A,
Radiohead,
Flash Fearless,
New Age Steppers,
Absolute Body Control,
The Gladiators,
The Fall,
Porter Ricks,
The Dirtbombs,
Sam Rivers,
Basic Channel,
Albert Ayler,
Quadrant,
the Sonics,
Gang Starr,
The Cowsills,
Shuggie Otis,
Rakim,
Barclay James Harvest,
Gang Green,
New Order,
Fela Kuti,
Skaos,
Black Flag,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Monks,
DNA,
Terry Callier,
Smog,
Sällskapet,
MDC,
Kurtis Blow,
Moss Icon,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
David Axelrod,
Y Pants, Y Pants, Y Pants, Y Pants.
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.