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 Algeria and from Sao Paulo.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Tokyo.
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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Crispy Ambulance 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 Letta Mbulu. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Todd Terry 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 a theremin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Circle Jerks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jimmy McGriff,
Sällskapet,
Metal Thangz,
Big Daddy Kane,
Neu!,
E-Dancer,
Bobby Womack,
Trumans Water,
Pierre Henry,
Bootsy Collins,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Red Krayola,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Pharoah Sanders,
the Soft Cell,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Five Americans,
Yaz,
Liliput,
Scientists,
The Tremeloes,
Zapp,
Kerri Chandler,
Skaos,
Gabor Szabo,
Stetsasonic,
Grey Daturas,
The Busters,
CMW,
Camouflage,
Deakin,
Fluxion,
Von Mondo,
Soul II Soul,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Grandmaster Flash,
Black Moon,
Electric Prunes,
Yusef Lateef,
Saccharine Trust,
Lalo Schifrin,
Prince Buster,
Jacob Miller,
Tom Boy,
Bauhaus,
The Fuzztones,
The Modern Lovers,
Alphaville,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Electric Prunes,
Bobby Byrd,
Sound Behaviour,
The Slits,
Subhumans,
Ohio Players,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Leaves,
Sonny Sharrock,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Misunderstood,
The Trojans, The Trojans, The Trojans, The Trojans.
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.