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 Nigeria and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 the Fania All-Stars to the funk 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 Zapp. All the underground hits.
All China Crisis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nils Olav record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yusef Lateef record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun Ra,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Don Cherry,
The Beau Brummels,
Sam Rivers,
Alison Limerick,
Aswad,
China Crisis,
Johnny Clarke,
Henry Cow,
the Sonics,
Bluetip,
The Associates,
Marshall Jefferson,
Mad Mike,
Fugazi,
PIL,
Blake Baxter,
U.S. Maple,
Rufus Thomas,
The Gun Club,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Gap Band,
Buzzcocks,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Albert Ayler,
The Litter,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Barclay James Harvest,
Grandmaster Flash,
Ultra Naté,
Scott Walker,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Rapeman,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Connie Case,
Darondo,
Soulsonic Force,
Big Daddy Kane,
Deakin,
Delon & Dalcan,
Tomorrow,
Half Japanese,
Thompson Twins,
The Modern Lovers,
Ponytail,
Negative Approach,
Q and Not U,
Archie Shepp,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Jeff Mills,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Derrick May,
Chris Corsano,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Goldenarms,
Wire,
Crime,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Hasil Adkins,
Mantronix,
Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock.
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.