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 San Marino and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Los Fastidios to the jazz 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 T. Rex. All the underground hits.
All Sunsets and Hearts tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Youth Brigade record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Don Cherry,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Minutemen,
Talk Talk,
New York Dolls,
Carl Craig,
Echospace,
Judy Mowatt,
Gabor Szabo,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Harpers Bizarre,
Newcleus,
Deakin,
Sam Rivers,
Black Pus,
Alice Coltrane,
This Heat,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Tom Boy,
John Cale,
Shoche,
Rosa Yemen,
UT,
Ultra Naté,
Marshall Jefferson,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
OOIOO,
Liliput,
Wings,
Lucky Dragons,
The Walker Brothers,
The Mummies,
One Last Wish,
The Searchers,
Ornette Coleman,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
James White and The Blacks,
MC5,
The Gun Club,
Hasil Adkins,
Todd Rundgren,
Avey Tare,
Sandy B,
Patti Smith,
The Monks,
Can,
Mission of Burma,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Doobie Brothers,
Crispy Ambulance,
Tres Demented,
The Raincoats,
Glambeats Corp.,
Dark Day,
Roxette,
B.T. Express,
The Fire Engines,
Marcia Griffiths,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Chris Corsano,
Stetsasonic,
Qualms, Qualms, Qualms, Qualms.
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.