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 Rwanda and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 chamberlin 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 Cal Tjader to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Sister Nancy. All the underground hits.
All Morten Harket tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Smiths record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grandmaster Flash record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Warsaw,
Soft Cell,
The Barracudas,
Agent Orange,
K-Klass,
PIL,
Ossler,
Blake Baxter,
Adolescents,
Scientists,
MDC,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Gang Gang Dance,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Kaleidoscope,
The Stooges,
Freddie Wadling,
The Fuzztones,
Derrick May,
Isaac Hayes,
John Lydon,
The Angels of Light,
A Certain Ratio,
Cecil Taylor,
X-102,
The Gap Band,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Barbara Tucker,
Sister Nancy,
Maleditus Sound,
Alison Limerick,
Animal Collective,
T. Rex,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Alice Coltrane,
Bob Dylan,
Erasure,
Mandrill,
Cluster,
James White and The Blacks,
Girls At Our Best!,
Bobby Hutcherson,
the Association,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Robert Görl,
Sugar Minott,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Golliwogs,
Donald Byrd,
The Buckinghams,
the Normal,
Tom Boy,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Fat Boys,
Q65,
The Last Poets,
Eric Copeland,
Half Japanese,
Derrick Morgan,
Faust,
Loose Ends, Loose Ends, Loose Ends, Loose Ends.
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.