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 Cambodia and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 mellotron 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 Slick Rick to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Rakim. All the underground hits.
All The Blackbyrds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joe Finger 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wasted Youth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stereo Dub,
The Red Krayola,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Index,
Quadrant,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Birthday Party,
Kaleidoscope,
Soulsonic Force,
Clear Light,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Robert Hood,
Brothers Johnson,
Blossom Toes,
Bizarre Inc.,
Black Bananas,
Gang Starr,
Johnny Clarke,
Tubeway Army,
Hot Snakes,
Supertramp,
Grauzone,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Agent Orange,
Liliput,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Scrapy,
Gil Scott Heron,
Los Fastidios,
Fat Boys,
Erasure,
Minnie Riperton,
Junior Murvin,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Q65,
Circle Jerks,
Eric B and Rakim,
La Düsseldorf,
Connie Case,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Black Pus,
Au Pairs,
Desert Stars,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Rod Modell,
Marmalade,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Mummies,
Radio Birdman,
Cecil Taylor,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Stiv Bators,
Guru Guru,
Slave,
The Smoke,
Banda Bassotti,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The J.B.'s,
Niagra,
Lou Reed,
Whodini,
Rosa Yemen,
Jandek, Jandek, Jandek, Jandek.
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.