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 Congo and from Spokane.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Con Funk Shun to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Angels of Light. All the underground hits.
All The Doors tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Hutcherson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cramps record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Buckinghams,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Gladiators,
Audionom,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Barracudas,
ABC,
World's Most,
the Human League,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Accadde A,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Steve Hackett,
Gichy Dan,
Delon & Dalcan,
Nirvana,
Public Image Ltd.,
John Cale,
Saccharine Trust,
T.S.O.L.,
Eyeless In Gaza,
In Retrospect,
Crispian St. Peters,
Nas,
Jeff Mills,
Grauzone,
The Index,
David Axelrod,
Eric B and Rakim,
Qualms,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Sound,
Gil Scott Heron,
Roxette,
Moby Grape,
Newcleus,
Throbbing Gristle,
Todd Terry,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Glenn Branca,
Toni Rubio,
Morten Harket,
Yusef Lateef,
Alison Limerick,
the Soft Cell,
Arthur Verocai,
New Order,
Iggy Pop,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
R.M.O.,
John Holt,
Sällskapet,
The Doors,
The New Christs,
Max Romeo,
Maleditus Sound,
The Slackers,
Fugazi,
The Shadows of Knight,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Main Source,
Malaria!, Malaria!, Malaria!, Malaria!.
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.