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 Dominican Republic and from Milan.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the 808 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 Ultimate Spinach to the jazz 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 L. Decosne. All the underground hits.
All The Jesus and Mary Chain tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Accadde A 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 48th St. Collective record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum 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?
Excepter,
Rakim,
Junior Murvin,
Yazoo,
Ludus,
Smog,
Fela Kuti,
Sound Behaviour,
The Dave Clark Five,
the Normal,
Man Eating Sloth,
Lou Reed,
Minnie Riperton,
Symarip,
The Residents,
Godley & Creme,
Eric B and Rakim,
Slick Rick,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Darondo,
F. McDonald,
Nik Kershaw,
Bill Near,
Avey Tare,
Surgeon,
Lindisfarne,
Porter Ricks,
This Heat,
Qualms,
Slave,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Monks,
Rod Modell,
Royal Trux,
Trumans Water,
Aaron Thompson,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
the Germs,
Alton Ellis,
The Music Machine,
Fugazi,
Graham Central Station,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Fatback Band,
David McCallum,
Loose Ends,
Cecil Taylor,
Delon & Dalcan,
Connie Case,
John Coltrane,
Danielle Patucci,
Joensuu 1685,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Stiv Bators,
OOIOO,
Pole,
Roxette,
Popol Vuh,
Oblivians,
Pussy Galore,
Bauhaus,
Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby.
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.