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 Mongolia and from Woodstock.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 oboe 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 Alton Ellis to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Swans. All the underground hits.
All Adolescents tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Justin Hinds & The Dominoes 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a MDC record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeru the Damaja,
Don Cherry,
PIL,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Camouflage,
Buzzcocks,
Marvin Gaye,
This Heat,
The Mummies,
Radiohead,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Raincoats,
Johnny Clarke,
Eli Mardock,
Ronnie Foster,
Roger Hodgson,
The Fall,
Fluxion,
Ralphi Rosario,
The United States of America,
Swans,
Dorothy Ashby,
Bang On A Can,
New Order,
The Gap Band,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Pretty Things,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Bizarre Inc.,
Mandrill,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Bootsy Collins,
The Selecter,
Clear Light,
Audionom,
Sugar Minott,
Ultravox,
Sandy B,
Sun Ra,
the Germs,
The Monochrome Set,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Kool Moe Dee,
Pere Ubu,
a-ha,
Glenn Branca,
Wally Richardson,
Gichy Dan,
Harry Pussy,
Gang Green,
Gang of Four,
Nick Fraelich,
Black Flag,
The Alarm Clocks,
Kurtis Blow,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Outsiders,
New Age Steppers,
Henry Cow,
Thompson Twins,
The Blackbyrds,
The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers.
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.