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 Australia and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Ponytail. All the underground hits.
All Jeru the Damaja tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Trojans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Piero Umiliani,
The Evens,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Beau Brummels,
Fat Boys,
Scratch Acid,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Heaven 17,
Audionom,
Tim Buckley,
Fugazi,
Deadbeat,
Icehouse,
Fad Gadget,
Tom Boy,
Groovy Waters,
The Red Krayola,
The Smoke,
Patti Smith,
Rites of Spring,
Eden Ahbez,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Wolf Eyes,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Khruangbin,
Bob Dylan,
Lungfish,
Pole,
Rapeman,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Motions,
The Victims,
The Cramps,
Funkadelic,
Stiv Bators,
Negative Approach,
Masters at Work,
Jacob Miller,
Livin' Joy,
Jandek,
The Associates,
Banda Bassotti,
Maleditus Sound,
The Raincoats,
The Alarm Clocks,
Robert Hood,
Moebius,
The Golliwogs,
Skriet,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Mummies,
Matthew Halsall,
Desert Stars,
Barrington Levy,
Mary Jane Girls,
DJ Style,
Gastr Del Sol,
Sound Behaviour,
MDC,
Gang Starr,
The Busters,
Cecil Taylor,
Sparks,
Bootsy Collins,
Qualms, Qualms, Qualms, Qualms.
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.