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 France 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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 marimba 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 Excepter to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Jeff Mills. All the underground hits.
All Soul Sonic Force tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Niagra 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
R.M.O.,
Andrew Hill,
Flamin' Groovies,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Grass Roots,
Franke,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Motions,
Joy Division,
Al Stewart,
Nation of Ulysses,
Lalann,
Los Fastidios,
The Martian,
Sixth Finger,
This Heat,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Royal Trux,
The Moody Blues,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Spandau Ballet,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Flipper,
Curtis Mayfield,
Judy Mowatt,
Mandrill,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The J.B.'s,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The New Christs,
Brand Nubian,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Todd Terry,
Easy Going,
Half Japanese,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Spoonie Gee,
Harpers Bizarre,
Fela Kuti,
DJ Style,
The Invisible,
Kerri Chandler,
The Vogues,
Sarah Menescal,
Marcia Griffiths,
Stockholm Monsters,
Rosa Yemen,
Gabor Szabo,
Patti Smith,
Zero Boys,
The Zeros,
Arab on Radar,
Massinfluence,
FM Einheit,
Lightning Bolt,
Technova,
Lungfish,
Drive Like Jehu,
Hashim,
Bobby Byrd,
Amon Düül, Amon Düül, Amon Düül, Amon Düül.
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.