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 Senegal and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 arpeggiator 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 Archie Shepp to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 This Heat. All the underground hits.
All 8 Eyed Spy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bang On A Can 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Man Eating Sloth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Los Fastidios,
Outsiders,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Victims,
Girls At Our Best!,
Tres Demented,
The Golliwogs,
Mo-Dettes,
Wolf Eyes,
Godley & Creme,
Erykah Badu,
Cluster,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Moleskins,
The Remains,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
CMW,
Nas,
Audionom,
The Searchers,
the Association,
The Gladiators,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Todd Terry,
Reagan Youth,
Swell Maps,
Eden Ahbez,
Roy Ayers,
Section 25,
The Dirtbombs,
Eve St. Jones,
The Trojans,
Big Daddy Kane,
Lou Christie,
The Zeros,
Alison Limerick,
Morten Harket,
Gil Scott Heron,
Josef K,
Ronnie Foster,
The Buckinghams,
Alton Ellis,
Radiopuhelimet,
Thompson Twins,
Animal Collective,
Hashim,
Junior Murvin,
Brick,
Flamin' Groovies,
Eric Dolphy,
Toni Rubio,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Bill Near,
Kerri Chandler,
The Walker Brothers,
The Real Kids,
John Coltrane,
Mad Mike,
FM Einheit,
Donny Hathaway,
Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader.
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.