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 Cuba and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Albert Ayler to the punk 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 Symarip. All the underground hits.
All De La Soul & Jungle Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ituana record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a D'Angelo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Carl Craig,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Andrew Hill,
Ken Boothe,
Simply Red,
Franke,
Girls At Our Best!,
Harmonia,
The Motions,
the Sonics,
EPMD,
Don Cherry,
The Grass Roots,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Lee Hazlewood,
Supertramp,
Ralphi Rosario,
Magma,
the Bar-Kays,
F. McDonald,
Drexciya,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Pantaleimon,
Little Man,
Lightning Bolt,
Basic Channel,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Black Pus,
Fugazi,
Josef K,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Kurtis Blow,
Quadrant,
The Fuzztones,
Rakim,
Robert Görl,
the Soft Cell,
Aswad,
Eli Mardock,
World's Most,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Wolf Eyes,
John Cale,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Blackbyrds,
Rod Modell,
Mantronix,
Arcadia,
The Moody Blues,
The Gories,
Moebius,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Residents,
Jacques Brel,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Scott Walker,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Howard Jones, Howard Jones, Howard Jones, Howard Jones.
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.