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 Singapore and from Johannesburg.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 sitar 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 Zero Boys to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Maurizio. All the underground hits.
All Vainqueur tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric B and Rakim record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The J.B.'s record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare,
Yazoo,
Altered Images,
Fat Boys,
Soul Sonic Force,
Marshall Jefferson,
Mr. Review,
Crooked Eye,
Liliput,
Henry Cow,
Cameo,
Interpol,
Hasil Adkins,
Archie Shepp,
Eric Dolphy,
Trumans Water,
Brand Nubian,
The Fugs,
Bush Tetras,
Neu!,
The Gladiators,
The Sonics,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Fluxion,
The Moleskins,
Todd Terry,
The Standells,
The Music Machine,
The Selecter,
Joey Negro,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
D'Angelo,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Slackers,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Faust,
The Star Department,
R.M.O.,
Robert Wyatt,
Magma,
Oneida,
Ohio Players,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Television Personalities,
Brass Construction,
Wasted Youth,
the Sonics,
Drexciya,
Los Fastidios,
Andrew Hill,
Suburban Knight,
Steve Hackett,
The Vogues,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Donny Hathaway,
The Kinks,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Michelle Simonal,
Girls At Our Best!,
Hoover,
Sight & Sound,
Erasure,
Minny Pops, Minny Pops, Minny Pops, Minny Pops.
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.