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 Laos and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in 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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Skarface to the grunge 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 Minutemen. All the underground hits.
All The Dead C tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Happenings 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Glambeats Corp. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Los Fastidios,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Soul II Soul,
Dorothy Ashby,
Babytalk,
Barbara Tucker,
Unwound,
Warren Ellis,
The Offenders,
Eyeless In Gaza,
10cc,
Banda Bassotti,
The Fortunes,
Deadbeat,
Delta 5,
R.M.O.,
Ornette Coleman,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Lightning Bolt,
Nation of Ulysses,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Ohio Players,
The Stooges,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Blackbyrds,
Drive Like Jehu,
Second Layer,
The Fall,
Nas,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Arcadia,
Scientists,
Soulsonic Force,
Tres Demented,
Terry Callier,
Ultravox,
Yazoo,
Gang of Four,
This Heat,
The Electric Prunes,
Bush Tetras,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Erykah Badu,
Nirvana,
Slick Rick,
Au Pairs,
Eric Dolphy,
Thee Headcoats,
Adolescents,
Oblivians,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Faust,
Von Mondo,
Spoonie Gee,
Half Japanese,
Nico,
Urselle,
The Golliwogs,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
K-Klass,
Can, Can, Can, Can.
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.