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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 Bremen and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Donald Byrd to the grime 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 Jandek. All the underground hits.
All Joey Negro tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bronski Beat record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 chamberlin and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Unrelated Segments record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet 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?
Boz Scaggs,
Cameo,
Todd Rundgren,
The J.B.'s,
Nirvana,
Joyce Sims,
Bobby Byrd,
The Electric Prunes,
The Trojans,
The Divine Comedy,
Althea and Donna,
Nas,
This Heat,
Hot Snakes,
Clear Light,
Kayak,
the Slits,
The Techniques,
Panda Bear,
Gastr Del Sol,
Y Pants,
John Cale,
AZ,
Isaac Hayes,
Ultra Naté,
Wings,
Scrapy,
Jeru the Damaja,
Mission of Burma,
Jandek,
Lakeside,
Gang Starr,
Massinfluence,
Graham Central Station,
10cc,
The Pretty Things,
Lindisfarne,
Second Layer,
Drexciya,
Glambeats Corp.,
R.M.O.,
MDC,
Howard Jones,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Robert Hood,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Associates,
The Zeros,
John Lydon,
Minnie Riperton,
Visage,
The Seeds,
CMW,
Lee Hazlewood,
June Days,
Symarip,
The Cowsills,
Swell Maps,
Mo-Dettes,
Marshall Jefferson,
Cal Tjader,
Parry Music,
The Remains, The Remains, The Remains, The Remains.
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.