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 East Timor and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
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 Cecil Taylor to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Wally Richardson. All the underground hits.
All The New Christs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Happenings 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joey Negro record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Byrd,
Arcadia,
John Cale,
Banda Bassotti,
Gang Gang Dance,
CMW,
Aloha Tigers,
Patti Smith,
Wolf Eyes,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Nation of Ulysses,
This Heat,
L. Decosne,
Anakelly,
Masters at Work,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Easy Going,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Smoke,
The Fortunes,
Marshall Jefferson,
Niagra,
Johnny Osbourne,
Soul II Soul,
Faraquet,
Eddi Front,
Minor Threat,
Throbbing Gristle,
Joensuu 1685,
Gang Green,
David Axelrod,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Quadrant,
Agitation Free,
The Modern Lovers,
Deadbeat,
KRS-One,
Nirvana,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Slick Rick,
Grauzone,
These Immortal Souls,
Lower 48,
LL Cool J,
Angry Samoans,
Fat Boys,
Von Mondo,
Charles Mingus,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Slave,
Au Pairs,
Average White Band,
Unwound,
Nico,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Evens,
Gregory Isaacs,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Dawn Penn,
Procol Harum,
Amon Düül, Amon Düül, Amon Düül, Amon Düül.
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.