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 Bhutan and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Winnipeg.
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 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 Lou Reed 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 Eric Dolphy to the grime 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 Skarface. All the underground hits.
All Sugar Minott tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Patti Smith record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a FM Einheit record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jerry's Kids,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Flesh Eaters,
Godley & Creme,
Bauhaus,
Index,
Y Pants,
The Monks,
Bang On A Can,
Avey Tare,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Fugs,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
UT,
Cal Tjader,
The Cramps,
Duran Duran,
Deadbeat,
The Young Rascals,
Public Image Ltd.,
Ituana,
Man Parrish,
Groovy Waters,
The Blues Magoos,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Easy Going,
Kerri Chandler,
The Electric Prunes,
LL Cool J,
Angry Samoans,
The Names,
Kas Product,
Procol Harum,
Minny Pops,
Grey Daturas,
Brand Nubian,
Bill Near,
Black Sheep,
Alton Ellis,
Aswad,
Oblivians,
Symarip,
The Remains,
The Slackers,
Crispian St. Peters,
Adolescents,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Tom Boy,
Rakim,
Rites of Spring,
Agitation Free,
Terry Callier,
U.S. Maple,
Lucky Dragons,
Cymande,
Man Eating Sloth,
Kenny Larkin,
Camouflage,
Bootsy Collins,
Archie Shepp,
Crash Course in Science,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub.
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.