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 Croatia and from Portland.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the sitar 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 K-Klass to the electroclash 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 The Selecter. All the underground hits.
All Fela Kuti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Wyatt 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New York Dolls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
John Coltrane,
Blossom Toes,
PIL,
The Cramps,
Cluster,
Roxette,
Camouflage,
The Detroit Cobras,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Techniques,
8 Eyed Spy,
Don Cherry,
Pulsallama,
the Germs,
Albert Ayler,
Darondo,
Aswad,
Tears for Fears,
Sugar Minott,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Roy Ayers,
U.S. Maple,
Guru Guru,
The Doors,
Au Pairs,
Minnie Riperton,
Big Daddy Kane,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Young Marble Giants,
Ronnie Foster,
The Barracudas,
Alton Ellis,
Heaven 17,
Nirvana,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Kerri Chandler,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Television,
Lee Hazlewood,
Tubeway Army,
Pylon,
Bauhaus,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Doobie Brothers,
Minutemen,
Pagans,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Black Pus,
LL Cool J,
Zero Boys,
Piero Umiliani,
Sun Ra,
Fluxion,
Scan 7,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Funky Four + One,
Stereo Dub,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Skatalites,
Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee.
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.