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 Turkey and from Philadelphia.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the marimba 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 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 Gang Starr. All the underground hits.
All Rod Modell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every AZ record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 snare and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a F. McDonald record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alice Coltrane,
Danielle Patucci,
The Raincoats,
Heaven 17,
Tres Demented,
Aural Exciters,
Sam Rivers,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Marshall Jefferson,
Flamin' Groovies,
Los Fastidios,
Swell Maps,
Camberwell Now,
Charles Mingus,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Tim Buckley,
Bush Tetras,
Dual Sessions,
Stetsasonic,
Eric B and Rakim,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Junior Murvin,
The United States of America,
One Last Wish,
Subhumans,
KRS-One,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Index,
Cameo,
The Angels of Light,
Massinfluence,
Isaac Hayes,
Neil Young,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
La Düsseldorf,
The Offenders,
The Kinks,
Pere Ubu,
MDC,
Ralphi Rosario,
Rites of Spring,
The Smiths,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Vainqueur,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
June Days,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
the Slits,
Girls At Our Best!,
Lindisfarne,
The Mojo Men,
Eli Mardock,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Alison Limerick,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Urselle,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Star Department,
The Happenings,
Lucky Dragons,
Amon Düül,
Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack.
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.