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 France and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Houston.
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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Bootsy's Rubber Band to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Ken Boothe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ash Ra Tempel record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 808 and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kango’s Stein Massive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Trumans Water,
Sixth Finger,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Shoche,
Joey Negro,
The Litter,
Lyres,
Procol Harum,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Bobby Sherman,
Pantaleimon,
Duran Duran,
The Stooges,
The Move,
Sight & Sound,
Tres Demented,
Letta Mbulu,
The Standells,
kango's stein massive,
Nico,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Sister Nancy,
Alice Coltrane,
Sarah Menescal,
Ultimate Spinach,
Albert Ayler,
Mandrill,
Nils Olav,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Reuben Wilson,
The Evens,
Roger Hodgson,
Scratch Acid,
Nation of Ulysses,
Soulsonic Force,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Main Source,
Goldenarms,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Ralphi Rosario,
Matthew Bourne,
David Axelrod,
The Fugs,
This Heat,
D'Angelo,
The Invisible,
The Cowsills,
Slave,
Amon Düül II,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Smoke,
Aaron Thompson,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Robert Hood,
Lindisfarne,
Rakim,
Barry Ungar,
Jerry Gold Smith,
David McCallum,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Fatback Band,
Jacques Brel,
Mantronix, Mantronix, Mantronix, Mantronix.
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.