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 Azerbaijan and from Johannesburg.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Barry Ungar to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 J.B.'s. All the underground hits.
All Spoonie Gee tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stockholm Monsters 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yazoo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Young Marble Giants,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Metal Thangz,
Althea and Donna,
Byron Stingily,
Sixth Finger,
Eric Copeland,
Talk Talk,
Sonic Youth,
Grey Daturas,
Pulsallama,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Harmonia,
Qualms,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Joey Negro,
Barbara Tucker,
Agent Orange,
Crispian St. Peters,
Ronnie Foster,
Eric Dolphy,
Freddie Wadling,
Fad Gadget,
Kas Product,
Yusef Lateef,
Scientists,
Tears for Fears,
Youth Brigade,
Eric B and Rakim,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Fat Boys,
The Young Rascals,
Oneida,
Soul II Soul,
Faust,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
the Swans,
The Slackers,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Main Source,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Animal Collective,
Whodini,
Simply Red,
Bobby Sherman,
Charles Mingus,
Chris & Cosey,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Connie Case,
Archie Shepp,
Big Daddy Kane,
the Soft Cell,
The Divine Comedy,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Dual Sessions,
the Human League,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Monks,
Harpers Bizarre,
8 Eyed Spy,
Prince Buster,
The Wake,
Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills.
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.