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 Cameroon and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Al Stewart to the punk 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 Erykah Badu. All the underground hits.
All Sarah Menescal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every a-ha 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Mighty Diamonds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alice Coltrane,
This Heat,
Fear,
Index,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
L. Decosne,
OOIOO,
Lalo Schifrin,
Los Fastidios,
ABBA,
Excepter,
Heaven 17,
Porter Ricks,
Camberwell Now,
Symarip,
Robert Hood,
Fela Kuti,
Accadde A,
Bootsy Collins,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Dual Sessions,
Jerry's Kids,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Spandau Ballet,
Negative Approach,
The American Breed,
Crash Course in Science,
Davy DMX,
Patti Smith,
Eve St. Jones,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
In Retrospect,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Deepchord,
Nirvana,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Grass Roots,
Echospace,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Inner City,
Cymande,
Judy Mowatt,
Tears for Fears,
The Human League,
Thompson Twins,
Brick,
Wings,
Black Sheep,
The Music Machine,
kango's stein massive,
The Red Krayola,
Reagan Youth,
Fatback Band,
Q and Not U,
Monks,
Skarface,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Hasil Adkins,
Moby Grape,
Scion,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock.
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.