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 Greece and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Jeru the Damaja to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Rufus Thomas. All the underground hits.
All DNA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every cv313 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Country Joe & The Fish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Todd Terry,
Thee Headcoats,
Sonny Sharrock,
Goldenarms,
Skaos,
Con Funk Shun,
Camouflage,
Curtis Mayfield,
Carl Craig,
Joy Division,
Zero Boys,
Nation of Ulysses,
Second Layer,
New York Dolls,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Martian,
Matthew Bourne,
Scratch Acid,
The Fire Engines,
The New Christs,
Hardrive,
The Smoke,
Soul II Soul,
Rosa Yemen,
The Fortunes,
Kool Moe Dee,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Nik Kershaw,
Hasil Adkins,
Bronski Beat,
Circle Jerks,
Gastr Del Sol,
Icehouse,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Monolake,
Lakeside,
James White and The Blacks,
the Sonics,
Average White Band,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Skriet,
Tomorrow,
Kenny Larkin,
Cheater Slicks,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Tremeloes,
Niagra,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Sam Rivers,
Jeru the Damaja,
Wolf Eyes,
The Cure,
Lalann,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Crispy Ambulance,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Roxy Music,
David Axelrod,
Minny Pops, Minny Pops, Minny Pops, Minny Pops.
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.