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 Angola and from London.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1976 at the first Chic 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 The J.B.'s to the grunge 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 Stereo Dub. All the underground hits.
All Lungfish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terry Callier record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cecil Taylor 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?
LL Cool J,
The Gap Band,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Glenn Branca,
Black Bananas,
Flamin' Groovies,
Television,
The Seeds,
The Moleskins,
Pierre Henry,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Jawbox,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Masters at Work,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Victims,
The Index,
Eric Dolphy,
Ralphi Rosario,
Sugar Minott,
Jerry's Kids,
the Human League,
Suburban Knight,
Bill Near,
Scott Walker,
Archie Shepp,
Icehouse,
Neil Young,
Aaron Thompson,
The Sound,
Clear Light,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Deepchord,
Dead Boys,
Scan 7,
Al Stewart,
Connie Case,
DNA,
Tommy Roe,
Au Pairs,
a-ha,
cv313,
Crooked Eye,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Bizarre Inc.,
Y Pants,
Kas Product,
Pussy Galore,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Dave Gahan,
La Düsseldorf,
Cal Tjader,
Lindisfarne,
The Skatalites,
Bootsy Collins,
Camberwell Now,
Bush Tetras,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Jandek,
The Litter,
The Invisible,
Gregory Isaacs,
Carl Craig,
The Mummies,
Dark Day, Dark Day, Dark Day, Dark Day.
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.