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 Dominican Republic and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 marimba 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 Susan Cadogan to the disco 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 The Blackbyrds. All the underground hits.
All Maurizio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Donald Byrd 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Selector Dub Narcotic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
T.S.O.L.,
Pagans,
Outsiders,
The Names,
Kas Product,
The Slackers,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Nils Olav,
Mission of Burma,
Nas,
Robert Wyatt,
Rotary Connection,
Matthew Bourne,
Sonny Sharrock,
Angry Samoans,
Man Eating Sloth,
Robert Hood,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Cheater Slicks,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Morten Harket,
The Fall,
Nick Fraelich,
Qualms,
Unrelated Segments,
Stockholm Monsters,
Black Bananas,
John Coltrane,
Lightning Bolt,
Funkadelic,
Stetsasonic,
Tommy Roe,
Boogie Down Productions,
Yusef Lateef,
Susan Cadogan,
Cymande,
Subhumans,
Carl Craig,
Delta 5,
Goldenarms,
Maurizio,
China Crisis,
Jimmy McGriff,
Piero Umiliani,
D'Angelo,
The Angels of Light,
Toni Rubio,
Graham Central Station,
Blake Baxter,
Lou Christie,
Tim Buckley,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Kurtis Blow,
The Gories,
The Happenings,
Das Ding,
Audionom,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Bobby Womack,
Tropical Tobacco,
Accadde A, Accadde A, Accadde A, Accadde A.
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.