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 Georgia and from Portland.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the sitar 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 The Saints to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Television. All the underground hits.
All Jerry's Kids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Johnny Osbourne 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeru the Damaja record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eve St. Jones,
The Martian,
The Golliwogs,
Bill Wells,
The Cramps,
DNA,
The Shadows of Knight,
Frankie Knuckles,
Jesper Dahlback,
Radiohead,
Soft Cell,
Max Romeo,
David Axelrod,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Pantaleimon,
The Gories,
Funky Four + One,
Rosa Yemen,
Camberwell Now,
Kerri Chandler,
Yazoo,
Derrick May,
U.S. Maple,
The Barracudas,
Kaleidoscope,
Crooked Eye,
Jeff Mills,
Agent Orange,
The Index,
The Birthday Party,
Qualms,
Jandek,
Tubeway Army,
Boz Scaggs,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Eli Mardock,
Television,
Alice Coltrane,
Gichy Dan,
The Smiths,
T.S.O.L.,
Deakin,
the Slits,
Mo-Dettes,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Moby Grape,
Albert Ayler,
Gabor Szabo,
Henry Cow,
Junior Murvin,
Throbbing Gristle,
Cameo,
Ice-T,
Fugazi,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Q and Not U,
Interpol,
Johnny Osbourne,
Dead Boys,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon.
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.