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 Libya and from Hong Kong.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 chamberlin 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 Erykah Badu to the punk 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 Loose Ends. All the underground hits.
All Ohio Players tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Andrew Hill record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grauzone record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wasted Youth,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Sonic Youth,
The Blues Magoos,
A Certain Ratio,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Kool Moe Dee,
Ponytail,
Danielle Patucci,
Anthony Braxton,
Heaven 17,
Suburban Knight,
Cecil Taylor,
Deakin,
The Human League,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Symarip,
Dennis Brown,
Laurel Aitken,
One Last Wish,
Stetsasonic,
Blancmange,
Letta Mbulu,
The Black Dice,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Janne Schatter,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Count Five,
New York Dolls,
Marshall Jefferson,
Chrome,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Jeru the Damaja,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Theoretical Girls,
Japan,
Jeff Lynne,
X-102,
The Mummies,
Arthur Verocai,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Juan Atkins,
The J.B.'s,
OOIOO,
Pantytec,
Eve St. Jones,
Rosa Yemen,
Robert Wyatt,
The Stooges,
The Sonics,
The Fire Engines,
Model 500,
Ornette Coleman,
Bobby Womack,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Glambeats Corp.,
Gong,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Music Machine,
Lee Hazlewood,
Minutemen, Minutemen, Minutemen, Minutemen.
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.