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 Namibia and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 organ 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 Lucky Dragons to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Intrusion. All the underground hits.
All Rahsaan Roland Kirk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-Ray Spex record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 spring reverb and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Country Teasers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Electric Prunes,
The Vogues,
Barrington Levy,
Jeru the Damaja,
Amazonics,
Massinfluence,
Freddie Wadling,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Jesper Dahlback,
Q and Not U,
Radio Birdman,
Fear,
the Sonics,
Das Ding,
Alison Limerick,
The Motions,
Alton Ellis,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
David McCallum,
Archie Shepp,
Pole,
The Barracudas,
Arthur Verocai,
Bush Tetras,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Altered Images,
Danielle Patucci,
Mary Jane Girls,
Ash Ra Tempel,
John Holt,
The Selecter,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Shoche,
Moss Icon,
Sun Ra,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Flipper,
The Busters,
L. Decosne,
Gang Starr,
Althea and Donna,
Black Pus,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Crime,
The Walker Brothers,
The Techniques,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Misunderstood,
The Buckinghams,
Eden Ahbez,
Suicide,
Bill Wells,
Mantronix,
Glambeats Corp.,
Urselle,
Peter and Kerry,
Grauzone,
Interpol,
Mission of Burma,
The Star Department,
Nils Olav,
Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme.
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.