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 Cambodia and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Ralphi Rosario to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Aswad. All the underground hits.
All Simply Red tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New York Dolls 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Danielle Patucci record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sex Pistols,
the Normal,
Cal Tjader,
Kayak,
Amazonics,
Lou Reed,
Q and Not U,
Cameo,
The Real Kids,
Robert Hood,
Blake Baxter,
Funkadelic,
Boredoms,
Joey Negro,
Sister Nancy,
Clear Light,
Eric Copeland,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Hardrive,
The Vogues,
The Velvet Underground,
Newcleus,
Mission of Burma,
Ken Boothe,
The Fortunes,
Swell Maps,
La Düsseldorf,
Bobby Hutcherson,
DJ Sneak,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Anthony Braxton,
Gabor Szabo,
Wire,
Lyres,
Quadrant,
Stetsasonic,
The Selecter,
Leonard Cohen,
Pharoah Sanders,
Popol Vuh,
Chris Corsano,
Banda Bassotti,
Ludus,
The Star Department,
The Shadows of Knight,
Grey Daturas,
Faraquet,
Eric B and Rakim,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Sugar Minott,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Masters at Work,
Main Source,
Janne Schatter,
Ornette Coleman,
Sandy B,
Sexual Harrassment,
Juan Atkins,
Alton Ellis,
Pulsallama,
The Black Dice,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Judy Mowatt,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood.
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.