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 Macedonia 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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the snare 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 Althea and Donna to the grunge 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 Roxy Music. All the underground hits.
All June of 44 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Beau Brummels 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Carl Craig record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gerry Rafferty,
Technova,
Terry Callier,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Evens,
Grey Daturas,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Ultimate Spinach,
Shoche,
Peter and Kerry,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Count Five,
Qualms,
Roy Ayers,
Pet Shop Boys,
Faraquet,
Visage,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Grandmaster Flash,
Roxette,
Rites of Spring,
Liliput,
Nas,
Electric Prunes,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Y Pants,
10cc,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Flamin' Groovies,
Marshall Jefferson,
X-102,
Interpol,
The Dirtbombs,
Hasil Adkins,
Can,
Swell Maps,
Monolake,
Bang On A Can,
The Sound,
Camouflage,
Mr. Review,
Neu!,
Q and Not U,
Duran Duran,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Black Bananas,
The Five Americans,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Lakeside,
Outsiders,
Ralphi Rosario,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Sam Rivers,
Public Image Ltd.,
Mo-Dettes,
The Slackers,
Barbara Tucker,
The Gun Club,
Minutemen,
Bush Tetras,
Prince Buster,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Cheater Slicks,
Eurythmics, Eurythmics, Eurythmics, Eurythmics.
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.