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 United Kingdom and from Cairo.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Stockholm.
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 güiro 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 June of 44 to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Boogie Down Productions. All the underground hits.
All Eric B and Rakim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ken Boothe record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wasted Youth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pharoah Sanders,
Pantaleimon,
Fatback Band,
Roger Hodgson,
Barbara Tucker,
Young Marble Giants,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Outsiders,
Nils Olav,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Unrelated Segments,
Joe Finger,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Easy Going,
a-ha,
Kerri Chandler,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Gladiators,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Hardrive,
Amon Düül,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Eden Ahbez,
Colin Newman,
Television,
Bush Tetras,
Little Man,
Parry Music,
Ultimate Spinach,
Sam Rivers,
Silicon Teens,
Pagans,
Vainqueur,
The Human League,
the Soft Cell,
Mantronix,
Fugazi,
Cal Tjader,
Lee Hazlewood,
Marvin Gaye,
Soft Machine,
Minny Pops,
Radiohead,
Fad Gadget,
Soul Sonic Force,
John Holt,
Con Funk Shun,
Slick Rick,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Names,
Bill Near,
Q65,
FM Einheit,
Roy Ayers,
Stereo Dub,
Symarip,
Gerry Rafferty,
Jeff Mills,
Bobby Byrd,
Swans,
Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja.
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.