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 Tuvalu and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Rufus Thomas to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Gil Scott Heron. All the underground hits.
All The Walker Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Erykah Badu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 sitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Drexciya record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Average White Band,
The Golliwogs,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Archie Shepp,
Dorothy Ashby,
Whodini,
Brothers Johnson,
Danielle Patucci,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Supertramp,
Ituana,
New York Dolls,
The Barracudas,
Patti Smith,
Fat Boys,
Franke,
Terrestrial Tones,
Bizarre Inc.,
X-102,
Dennis Brown,
Eve St. Jones,
Black Bananas,
Urselle,
The Sonics,
Eddi Front,
Morten Harket,
The Flesh Eaters,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Red Krayola,
E-Dancer,
The Techniques,
Joe Smooth,
F. McDonald,
Tommy Roe,
The Doors,
Minnie Riperton,
T. Rex,
Suburban Knight,
Parry Music,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Byron Stingily,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Swell Maps,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Skarface,
Connie Case,
Little Man,
Aloha Tigers,
Carl Craig,
This Heat,
The Five Americans,
Sexual Harrassment,
Barrington Levy,
The Gories,
Al Stewart,
Eurythmics,
Slick Rick,
The Cramps,
Second Layer,
Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears.
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.