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 Ireland and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Crispian St. Peters to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell. All the underground hits.
All Public Enemy 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 disco 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 linndrum and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dorothy Ashby record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Move,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Bad Manners,
Los Fastidios,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Mojo Men,
Second Layer,
Bluetip,
Funkadelic,
Bill Wells,
Yusef Lateef,
Sparks,
Gichy Dan,
Pagans,
Gong,
Duran Duran,
The New Christs,
Sixth Finger,
Swans,
Soul Sonic Force,
Hot Snakes,
The Toasters,
Terry Callier,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Siglo XX,
Colin Newman,
Niagra,
Sällskapet,
Glenn Branca,
James White and The Blacks,
Piero Umiliani,
This Heat,
Neil Young,
Soul II Soul,
Funky Four + One,
The Stooges,
Goldenarms,
David Axelrod,
DNA,
The Star Department,
Surgeon,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Sound,
The Barracudas,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Lakeside,
Zero Boys,
Roger Hodgson,
Hashim,
The Real Kids,
Country Teasers,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
John Coltrane,
Fluxion,
Gang Green,
Laurel Aitken,
The Last Poets,
The Litter,
The J.B.'s,
Faraquet,
The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola.
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.