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 Vanuatu and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Glambeats Corp. to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Eyeless In Gaza. All the underground hits.
All Freddie Wadling tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sonny Sharrock record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jacob Miller record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
In Retrospect,
Rakim,
Popol Vuh,
Cluster,
Boz Scaggs,
Cecil Taylor,
Bill Near,
Glambeats Corp.,
Adolescents,
Peter & Gordon,
The Smiths,
X-102,
Derrick Morgan,
The Pretty Things,
The Skatalites,
Clear Light,
Mandrill,
Intrusion,
Underground Resistance,
Neil Young,
Little Man,
Bluetip,
Derrick May,
Colin Newman,
Scrapy,
Cal Tjader,
Massinfluence,
Sam Rivers,
Connie Case,
Fugazi,
Lyres,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Don Cherry,
John Cale,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Tears for Fears,
Aural Exciters,
The Angels of Light,
Roxy Music,
Jeru the Damaja,
Sarah Menescal,
The Stooges,
Aswad,
Max Romeo,
Lightning Bolt,
Zero Boys,
Japan,
Eden Ahbez,
The J.B.'s,
The Fire Engines,
Joe Finger,
Amazonics,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Electric Prunes,
Tubeway Army,
B.T. Express,
48th St. Collective,
Bronski Beat,
Bootsy Collins,
Alton Ellis,
Dawn Penn,
Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls.
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.