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 Malawi and from Delhi.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Surgeon to the rap 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 Bill Near. All the underground hits.
All Babytalk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Cale record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 a rhodes and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Moby Grape 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?
The Durutti Column,
Max Romeo,
Soft Machine,
The Tremeloes,
Quadrant,
the Human League,
Terry Callier,
Ornette Coleman,
Absolute Body Control,
Ken Boothe,
Rakim,
Essential Logic,
Tim Buckley,
Lee Hazlewood,
Byron Stingily,
Swans,
Pussy Galore,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Real Kids,
Nils Olav,
The Kinks,
Grauzone,
Moby Grape,
Model 500,
Erykah Badu,
Metal Thangz,
Heaven 17,
Lebanon Hanover,
Peter & Gordon,
Flamin' Groovies,
Mantronix,
Pulsallama,
Dorothy Ashby,
Symarip,
Faraquet,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Neil Young,
Monks,
Bobby Womack,
Main Source,
Ludus,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Flipper,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Minnie Riperton,
Pantytec,
Kaleidoscope,
The Misunderstood,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Pharoah Sanders,
Drive Like Jehu,
Ponytail,
AZ,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
U.S. Maple,
Brothers Johnson,
the Swans,
The Move,
48th St. Collective,
KRS-One,
Darondo,
Neu!,
James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks.
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.