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 Bangladesh and from Johannesburg.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the theremin 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 Bizarre Inc. to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 James Chance & The Contortions. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Electric Light Orchestra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeru the Damaja record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pharoah Sanders,
The Fuzztones,
Motorama,
Tropical Tobacco,
Laurel Aitken,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Walker Brothers,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Big Daddy Kane,
Fela Kuti,
Swans,
Animal Collective,
The Real Kids,
Parry Music,
Barrington Levy,
Scott Walker,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Television,
Pylon,
The Blackbyrds,
The Golliwogs,
Eurythmics,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Mummies,
Eric Copeland,
Audionom,
Kerrie Biddell,
Terrestrial Tones,
Neu!,
Crispy Ambulance,
Faust,
Negative Approach,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Metal Thangz,
Trumans Water,
Roxy Music,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Slackers,
Maleditus Sound,
Q and Not U,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Tom Boy,
Cymande,
Crispian St. Peters,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Soft Machine,
Pere Ubu,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Letta Mbulu,
The Dave Clark Five,
Joe Smooth,
Minutemen,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
David Bowie,
H. Thieme,
PIL,
John Foxx,
Scratch Acid,
Black Pus, Black Pus, Black Pus, Black Pus.
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.