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 Djibouti and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Archie Shepp to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Fad Gadget. All the underground hits.
All The Count Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Bananas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Schoolly D record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Livin' Joy,
Kas Product,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Donald Byrd,
Judy Mowatt,
Funky Four + One,
Janne Schatter,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Jesper Dahlback,
Amon Düül,
Q65,
Von Mondo,
Stereo Dub,
Infiniti,
Animal Collective,
The Red Krayola,
Boredoms,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Ultra Naté,
Bang On A Can,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Bush Tetras,
kango's stein massive,
ABC,
Qualms,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Sight & Sound,
Yazoo,
Barclay James Harvest,
Scan 7,
Tres Demented,
Dorothy Ashby,
Scion,
Crooked Eye,
Gang Starr,
Bobby Byrd,
Jerry Gold Smith,
B.T. Express,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Technova,
Leonard Cohen,
Jandek,
Deadbeat,
Isaac Hayes,
Funkadelic,
Dead Boys,
Moebius,
Youth Brigade,
Deepchord,
Johnny Osbourne,
Aural Exciters,
Cecil Taylor,
Pantytec,
Peter and Kerry,
Royal Trux,
Peter & Gordon,
Cal Tjader,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Goldenarms,
Lee Hazlewood,
Arcadia,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
ABBA,
James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks.
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.