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 Grenada and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 güiro 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 Crispy Ambulance to the jazz 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 X-101. All the underground hits.
All Johnny Clarke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every June of 44 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Fania All-Stars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ken Boothe,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Amon Düül II,
Minutemen,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Standells,
Marine Girls,
Jeff Mills,
Blake Baxter,
Glambeats Corp.,
Drexciya,
Y Pants,
Kerrie Biddell,
Janne Schatter,
Albert Ayler,
Camberwell Now,
U.S. Maple,
Lou Christie,
Dark Day,
Laurel Aitken,
The Pretty Things,
Fluxion,
Infiniti,
Warren Ellis,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Parry Music,
Grey Daturas,
Black Flag,
Cameo,
CMW,
Kerri Chandler,
Toni Rubio,
Nation of Ulysses,
Mission of Burma,
Mandrill,
Main Source,
The Slits,
Monks,
Alphaville,
Lightning Bolt,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Bizarre Inc.,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Ossler,
Brand Nubian,
Echospace,
Flipper,
Kayak,
The Tremeloes,
Animal Collective,
David Axelrod,
The Gories,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Marshall Jefferson,
Robert Görl,
Gong,
Fear,
Pole,
Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne.
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.