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 London.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Eric Dolphy to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Heavy D & The Boyz. All the underground hits.
All Harpers Bizarre tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Funkadelic 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Music Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Blackbyrds,
Cecil Taylor,
Can,
Glenn Branca,
Michelle Simonal,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Newcleus,
The Doors,
Minutemen,
The Golliwogs,
Liliput,
Gang Green,
Zapp,
Amon Düül II,
Pierre Henry,
Urselle,
OOIOO,
Average White Band,
Archie Shepp,
Jeru the Damaja,
La Düsseldorf,
Janne Schatter,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Masters at Work,
Monks,
Siglo XX,
Simply Red,
Kurtis Blow,
LL Cool J,
Niagra,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Harmonia,
Guru Guru,
Saccharine Trust,
Jandek,
Marc Almond,
Chris Corsano,
KRS-One,
Ronnie Foster,
MDC,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Ken Boothe,
Gang Starr,
Crash Course in Science,
Rhythm & Sound,
Maleditus Sound,
The Knickerbockers,
Section 25,
Aswad,
Echospace,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Pagans,
The Names,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Angels of Light,
The Black Dice,
Al Stewart,
a-ha,
Eve St. Jones,
The Index,
Carl Craig, Carl Craig, Carl Craig, Carl Craig.
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.