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 Niger and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Bologna.
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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Mr. Review to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Japan. All the underground hits.
All The Electric Prunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gabor Szabo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 a güiro and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Prince Buster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Rufus Thomas,
Radiopuhelimet,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Subhumans,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Electric Prunes,
Mark Hollis,
K-Klass,
Carl Craig,
Shuggie Otis,
Tim Buckley,
The United States of America,
The Skatalites,
Anthony Braxton,
Index,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Mr. Review,
Moby Grape,
Maurizio,
Alice Coltrane,
The Saints,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Dave Clark Five,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
MC5,
Unrelated Segments,
Sun Ra,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Radiohead,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Aswad,
Cymande,
Kas Product,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Blossom Toes,
John Cale,
Newcleus,
Popol Vuh,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Bob Dylan,
Fela Kuti,
Thee Headcoats,
The Monks,
Joy Division,
Model 500,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Slits,
The Evens,
Procol Harum,
Fad Gadget,
Clear Light,
John Lydon,
The Residents,
Sparks,
Ten City,
Harmonia, Harmonia, Harmonia, Harmonia.
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.