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 Zambia and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 Donald Byrd to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The Stooges. All the underground hits.
All Excepter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sex Pistols 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Toni Rubio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Prince Buster,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Kenny Larkin,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Ponytail,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Stereo Dub,
Soul II Soul,
Rufus Thomas,
Buzzcocks,
Chris Corsano,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Basic Channel,
Quadrant,
Gregory Isaacs,
Grey Daturas,
The Vogues,
Fugazi,
Gang Gang Dance,
One Last Wish,
Suburban Knight,
Big Daddy Kane,
Oneida,
The Moody Blues,
Lungfish,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Schoolly D,
Flash Fearless,
Traffic Nightmare,
Josef K,
Von Mondo,
Popol Vuh,
In Retrospect,
The Smoke,
Ice-T,
CMW,
Roxette,
Patti Smith,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Charles Mingus,
Lou Christie,
The Star Department,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Slave,
Juan Atkins,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Index,
The Dead C,
Organ,
The Kinks,
Malaria!,
E-Dancer,
Maleditus Sound,
Howard Jones,
Pantaleimon,
Monks,
Cheater Slicks,
Suicide,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Davy DMX,
Aaron Thompson,
F. McDonald,
Pantytec,
T. Rex, T. Rex, T. Rex, T. Rex.
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.