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 Tonga and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the sitar 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 Sam Rivers to the crunk 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 La Düsseldorf. All the underground hits.
All Fifty Foot Hose tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marcia Griffiths record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Von Mondo,
Royal Trux,
Neil Young,
the Normal,
The Misunderstood,
Jandek,
Gong,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Hashim,
Black Bananas,
Soul Sonic Force,
Sparks,
Vladislav Delay,
Metal Thangz,
Ten City,
Mars,
Kerri Chandler,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Faraquet,
10cc,
Minny Pops,
Peter and Kerry,
Crime,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Schoolly D,
The Real Kids,
Tommy Roe,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Joey Negro,
kango's stein massive,
These Immortal Souls,
The Skatalites,
Grey Daturas,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Dead Boys,
Panda Bear,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Loose Ends,
Interpol,
Hasil Adkins,
Derrick Morgan,
Tomorrow,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Searchers,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Jerry's Kids,
Harry Pussy,
DNA,
Essential Logic,
The Cowsills,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Blues Magoos,
Rod Modell,
The American Breed,
Con Funk Shun,
Brand Nubian,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Drive Like Jehu,
Josef K,
Marine Girls, Marine Girls, Marine Girls, Marine Girls.
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.