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 Norway and from Columbus.
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 Spokane and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Sonic Youth to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The Blues Magoos. All the underground hits.
All Crime tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DeepChord presents Echospace 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Oneida record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sexual Harrassment,
Little Man,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Delta 5,
The Last Poets,
Sun Ra,
Albert Ayler,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Glambeats Corp.,
Crooked Eye,
Sarah Menescal,
Jeff Lynne,
Funky Four + One,
Ronan,
Buzzcocks,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Schoolly D,
Yazoo,
Camouflage,
Kaleidoscope,
Ohio Players,
Byron Stingily,
Absolute Body Control,
Qualms,
Rhythm & Sound,
Skaos,
Andrew Hill,
The Blues Magoos,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Harry Pussy,
The Evens,
World's Most,
Boogie Down Productions,
Gang Starr,
Jeru the Damaja,
Eddi Front,
Toni Rubio,
Faust,
Letta Mbulu,
KRS-One,
AZ,
Tres Demented,
ABC,
The Monks,
The Residents,
Althea and Donna,
Groovy Waters,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Misunderstood,
Monolake,
Archie Shepp,
F. McDonald,
Fela Kuti,
Barrington Levy,
The Trojans,
Cluster,
Gabor Szabo,
Reagan Youth,
Tommy Roe,
Dawn Penn,
The Knickerbockers,
The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues.
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.