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 Uganda and from Copenhagen.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Schoolly D to the rap 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 Aswad. All the underground hits.
All This Heat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Monolake 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Music Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed,
Kenny Larkin,
Donny Hathaway,
Nico,
The Buckinghams,
The Blackbyrds,
the Normal,
Al Stewart,
Nas,
Jerry's Kids,
The Index,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The American Breed,
The Misunderstood,
The Moleskins,
U.S. Maple,
June Days,
Amon Düül,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Lightning Bolt,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Funky Four + One,
Harry Pussy,
Girls At Our Best!,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Sonny Sharrock,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Anthony Braxton,
Jandek,
Gang Starr,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Angels of Light,
The Dirtbombs,
The Names,
Schoolly D,
Nik Kershaw,
Marmalade,
Hot Snakes,
The Remains,
Jawbox,
Minny Pops,
Carl Craig,
Johnny Osbourne,
Marshall Jefferson,
Eurythmics,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Bob Dylan,
Saccharine Trust,
The Cure,
Suicide,
Byron Stingily,
Connie Case,
The Grass Roots,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Junior Murvin,
Alton Ellis,
Roy Ayers,
Black Flag,
Masters at Work, Masters at Work, Masters at Work, Masters at Work.
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.