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 Zambia and from Cairo.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Sao Paulo.
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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Andrew Hill to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 The Pretty Things tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joy Division 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Das Ding record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe 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?
Can,
Thompson Twins,
Warsaw,
Barbara Tucker,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Organ,
Joe Finger,
Dennis Brown,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Moody Blues,
Peter and Kerry,
The Invisible,
Blossom Toes,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Mojo Men,
John Coltrane,
Absolute Body Control,
Siglo XX,
L. Decosne,
Ten City,
Bill Near,
Godley & Creme,
Slave,
Archie Shepp,
Arthur Verocai,
Howard Jones,
The Evens,
The Doors,
Gang Green,
Slick Rick,
David McCallum,
Sonny Sharrock,
Joey Negro,
Donald Byrd,
Derrick May,
The Standells,
Graham Central Station,
Yusef Lateef,
Eric B and Rakim,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Grass Roots,
Eve St. Jones,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Grauzone,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Cramps,
The Smoke,
Suicide,
Steve Hackett,
Swell Maps,
The Victims,
Aloha Tigers,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Sex Pistols,
Jacques Brel,
John Lydon,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Country Teasers,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Dirtbombs,
Joe Smooth, Joe Smooth, Joe Smooth, Joe Smooth.
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.