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 Ethiopia and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 spring reverb 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 The Saints to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Stiv Bators. All the underground hits.
All Flipper tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Justin Hinds & The Dominoes 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a June Days record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brand Nubian,
Bad Manners,
Loose Ends,
Inner City,
U.S. Maple,
The Slits,
Henry Cow,
Hasil Adkins,
Hoover,
Radiopuhelimet,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Happenings,
Model 500,
Soul II Soul,
Boogie Down Productions,
Piero Umiliani,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Peter and Kerry,
Country Teasers,
Das Ding,
E-Dancer,
La Düsseldorf,
Joe Smooth,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Clear Light,
Minutemen,
Ultra Naté,
The Motions,
Ronnie Foster,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Absolute Body Control,
Black Bananas,
Cecil Taylor,
The J.B.'s,
The New Christs,
Spoonie Gee,
These Immortal Souls,
Pere Ubu,
The Gap Band,
Donny Hathaway,
Lucky Dragons,
Eurythmics,
Malaria!,
The Beau Brummels,
Quadrant,
Byron Stingily,
Kayak,
Eli Mardock,
New Age Steppers,
Porter Ricks,
Barry Ungar,
ABC,
Aloha Tigers,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Evens,
Lee Hazlewood,
Gabor Szabo,
Desert Stars,
Grandmaster Flash,
FM Einheit,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers.
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.