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 Turkey and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Erasure to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Golliwogs. All the underground hits.
All Mary Jane Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ronnie Foster record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bob Dylan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The United States of America,
Camouflage,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
kango's stein massive,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Yazoo,
Lalann,
The Standells,
Cecil Taylor,
Carl Craig,
Camberwell Now,
Bluetip,
Bang On A Can,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Public Image Ltd.,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Sarah Menescal,
Mr. Review,
Mark Hollis,
Suicide,
Cymande,
Joey Negro,
PIL,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Joy Division,
Sonny Sharrock,
Surgeon,
Max Romeo,
Desert Stars,
June Days,
John Cale,
Ken Boothe,
The Angels of Light,
The Kinks,
Cameo,
Tim Buckley,
Echospace,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Associates,
Nils Olav,
Scion,
Morten Harket,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Terry Callier,
Fad Gadget,
MDC,
Barry Ungar,
The Sound,
Henry Cow,
Motorama,
China Crisis,
Mad Mike,
Aaron Thompson,
David Axelrod,
Danielle Patucci,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
8 Eyed Spy,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Interpol,
Marcia Griffiths,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor.
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.