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 Belgium and from Jakarta.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 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 Lalo Schifrin to the funk 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 Barrington Levy. All the underground hits.
All Fifty Foot Hose tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a De La Soul & Jungle Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Funky Four + One,
Maurizio,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Deepchord,
The Slackers,
Laurel Aitken,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
The Dirtbombs,
Grey Daturas,
Vladislav Delay,
Sun Ra,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Doors,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Sparks,
One Last Wish,
Black Pus,
Deadbeat,
The Residents,
Dawn Penn,
Aswad,
Talk Talk,
Siglo XX,
The Sonics,
Bronski Beat,
Alison Limerick,
Carl Craig,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Flesh Eaters,
Sandy B,
DJ Style,
Animal Collective,
Roy Ayers,
Lungfish,
Newcleus,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Crispian St. Peters,
Graham Central Station,
Brass Construction,
Khruangbin,
Echospace,
Section 25,
Henry Cow,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Gabor Szabo,
Pussy Galore,
Don Cherry,
Jerry's Kids,
Lower 48,
Barry Ungar,
Cal Tjader,
Prince Buster,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Public Enemy,
Model 500,
Sister Nancy,
Bluetip,
Aaron Thompson,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers.
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.