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 Indonesia and from Houston.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the oboe 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 Barrington Levy to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds. All the underground hits.
All Jesper Dahlbäck tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stetsasonic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Monks,
Easy Going,
Tomorrow,
Davy DMX,
Soul II Soul,
Franke,
Rapeman,
Lyres,
Man Parrish,
Infiniti,
Barry Ungar,
New York Dolls,
Danielle Patucci,
Nico,
Agent Orange,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Cowsills,
Dorothy Ashby,
Flash Fearless,
The Saints,
Kaleidoscope,
Max Romeo,
Brothers Johnson,
Bizarre Inc.,
the Association,
Saccharine Trust,
Popol Vuh,
Vainqueur,
Laurel Aitken,
Duran Duran,
Dual Sessions,
Scan 7,
Fluxion,
One Last Wish,
LL Cool J,
The Standells,
Lakeside,
The Zeros,
Little Man,
Drive Like Jehu,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Aswad,
Avey Tare,
Ossler,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Pole,
Eli Mardock,
Sparks,
Funkadelic,
Camberwell Now,
Adolescents,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Supertramp,
B.T. Express,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Angels of Light,
Hot Snakes,
Fatback Band,
The Fire Engines,
Stereo Dub,
Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew.
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.