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 Germany and from Salvador.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the snare 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 Slave to the jazz 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 Hardrive. All the underground hits.
All Bizarre Inc. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blossom Toes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 organ and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gabor Szabo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Essential Logic,
Tom Boy,
Bang On A Can,
Absolute Body Control,
Adolescents,
Nas,
The United States of America,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Kerrie Biddell,
T. Rex,
Stereo Dub,
Ronnie Foster,
Sun Ra,
Siglo XX,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Joensuu 1685,
Qualms,
The Dead C,
The Seeds,
Gang Gang Dance,
Yellowson,
Von Mondo,
Glenn Branca,
Marine Girls,
Anakelly,
B.T. Express,
Rufus Thomas,
The Smiths,
R.M.O.,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Pussy Galore,
Franke,
Supertramp,
Black Pus,
Goldenarms,
Mary Jane Girls,
Radiopuhelimet,
Delta 5,
In Retrospect,
Parry Music,
Lee Hazlewood,
Patti Smith,
the Fania All-Stars,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Gil Scott Heron,
Scott Walker,
Minor Threat,
a-ha,
Ponytail,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Schoolly D,
Cymande,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Monolake,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Black Sheep,
The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels.
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.