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 Bahamas and from Salvador.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 snare 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 Procol Harum to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Goldenarms. All the underground hits.
All Alton Ellis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roy Ayers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 theremin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sly & The Family Stone record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
June Days,
Sex Pistols,
Model 500,
Glenn Branca,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Moby Grape,
Janne Schatter,
Interpol,
Gil Scott Heron,
Alton Ellis,
Eddi Front,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Wire,
Fort Wilson Riot,
ABBA,
The Smoke,
JFA,
Avey Tare,
Fad Gadget,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Sarah Menescal,
James White and The Blacks,
Popol Vuh,
Colin Newman,
Al Stewart,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Reuben Wilson,
Kerri Chandler,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Young Rascals,
Girls At Our Best!,
Wasted Youth,
The Grass Roots,
Terry Callier,
The Doobie Brothers,
Vladislav Delay,
The Residents,
cv313,
Negative Approach,
The Evens,
Harmonia,
Bang On A Can,
Drexciya,
Niagra,
Blossom Toes,
Ice-T,
The Modern Lovers,
Trumans Water,
F. McDonald,
Patti Smith,
Sandy B,
The Offenders,
UT,
Marshall Jefferson,
Theoretical Girls,
The New Christs,
Deadbeat,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Tubeway Army,
The Cramps,
Lebanon Hanover,
Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson.
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.