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 Mexico and from Bremen.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Roy Ayers 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 Minutemen. All the underground hits.
All Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Royal Trux record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Niagra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Spoonie Gee,
Funky Four + One,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
June of 44,
Fela Kuti,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Saints,
Lightning Bolt,
Ludus,
Max Romeo,
The Sound,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Harmonia,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Massinfluence,
Popol Vuh,
Moss Icon,
One Last Wish,
Symarip,
Jandek,
Minnie Riperton,
Althea and Donna,
Kurtis Blow,
Stetsasonic,
The Star Department,
Con Funk Shun,
The Monochrome Set,
Joey Negro,
The Toasters,
Josef K,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Pantytec,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Accadde A,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Mandrill,
The Slits,
The Doobie Brothers,
Gang Gang Dance,
Donald Byrd,
Pharoah Sanders,
Soul II Soul,
Panda Bear,
The Skatalites,
Royal Trux,
PIL,
The Pretty Things,
Derrick May,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Deakin,
Arab on Radar,
Audionom,
Hasil Adkins,
Avey Tare,
The Zeros,
Dead Boys,
Suburban Knight,
Sarah Menescal,
Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin.
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.