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 Suriname and from Bologna.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the güiro 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 Donny Hathaway to the grunge 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 Bang On A Can. All the underground hits.
All Jimmy McGriff tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every OOIOO record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Charles Mingus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arab on Radar,
Oblivians,
Jandek,
Black Moon,
Index,
Au Pairs,
Kurtis Blow,
The Evens,
Bush Tetras,
Aloha Tigers,
the Human League,
Zapp,
Thee Headcoats,
The Standells,
Electric Prunes,
Yusef Lateef,
James White and The Blacks,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Stockholm Monsters,
Metal Thangz,
Public Image Ltd.,
Tubeway Army,
Fluxion,
Heaven 17,
The Last Poets,
Sonic Youth,
Johnny Clarke,
Nas,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Main Source,
Gong,
The Human League,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Joe Smooth,
A Certain Ratio,
Suburban Knight,
Fatback Band,
Monolake,
Blake Baxter,
Brand Nubian,
Black Sheep,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Fortunes,
Boogie Down Productions,
48th St. Collective,
ABC,
Groovy Waters,
Moby Grape,
Dennis Brown,
Marmalade,
The Smoke,
Rites of Spring,
Eddi Front,
Mandrill,
The Offenders,
Boz Scaggs,
Franke,
Joe Finger,
The Motions,
Kas Product,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Sam Rivers,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul.
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.