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 Colombia and from Hong Kong.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Interpol to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band. All the underground hits.
All Nas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 48th St. Collective record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Teenage Jesus and the Jerks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yusef Lateef,
PIL,
Desert Stars,
AZ,
Hoover,
Gang of Four,
Kayak,
Gang Green,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Blackbyrds,
Basic Channel,
MDC,
KRS-One,
Isaac Hayes,
Todd Rundgren,
The Wake,
Grauzone,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Ultra Naté,
Model 500,
Malaria!,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Soul II Soul,
Michelle Simonal,
Barbara Tucker,
A Certain Ratio,
Terrestrial Tones,
Gong,
Fugazi,
Jacques Brel,
Aaron Thompson,
Mantronix,
Fatback Band,
Procol Harum,
Amon Düül,
Crispian St. Peters,
Chrome,
Aswad,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Neu!,
Tropical Tobacco,
Brick,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Robert Görl,
Janne Schatter,
Donald Byrd,
John Lydon,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Althea and Donna,
Nation of Ulysses,
Radio Birdman,
Mars,
Camberwell Now,
T.S.O.L.,
Bill Near,
Nas,
These Immortal Souls,
Half Japanese,
Marshall Jefferson,
Tomorrow,
Minor Threat,
OOIOO, OOIOO, OOIOO, OOIOO.
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.