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 Croatia and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the sitar 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 The Real Kids to the jazz 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 Big Daddy Kane. All the underground hits.
All LL Cool J tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every One Last Wish 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Slick Rick record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Smog,
The Fall,
Bronski Beat,
The Dave Clark Five,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Grandmaster Flash,
Ice-T,
Eden Ahbez,
Gregory Isaacs,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Red Krayola,
Silicon Teens,
Young Marble Giants,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Metal Thangz,
Popol Vuh,
Man Eating Sloth,
Ultra Naté,
Lalo Schifrin,
Charles Mingus,
Joe Finger,
Unrelated Segments,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Bill Near,
the Bar-Kays,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Animal Collective,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Blackbyrds,
Robert Görl,
John Holt,
The Gap Band,
Flamin' Groovies,
John Coltrane,
Stereo Dub,
Barbara Tucker,
Slick Rick,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Aswad,
The Five Americans,
Todd Rundgren,
Sam Rivers,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
World's Most,
The Neon Judgement,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Durutti Column,
Andrew Hill,
Das Ding,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Alison Limerick,
Derrick May,
The Young Rascals,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Mad Mike,
Toni Rubio,
FM Einheit,
Jerry Gold Smith,
MDC,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Royal Trux, Royal Trux, Royal Trux, Royal Trux.
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.