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 Belize and from Columbus.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 sitar 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 Eddi Front to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Crime. All the underground hits.
All T. Rex tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon 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 clarinet and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fela Kuti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crime,
Bill Near,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Litter,
The Last Poets,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Marcia Griffiths,
Black Bananas,
Hardrive,
Theoretical Girls,
JFA,
Underground Resistance,
Albert Ayler,
Ossler,
Desert Stars,
Supertramp,
Jacques Brel,
Basic Channel,
Trumans Water,
Motorama,
Marine Girls,
Robert Görl,
The Moody Blues,
Fear,
Q and Not U,
Boogie Down Productions,
Sonic Youth,
Lee Hazlewood,
Siglo XX,
10cc,
Lucky Dragons,
Pantaleimon,
Dual Sessions,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The J.B.'s,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Andrew Hill,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Henry Cow,
June Days,
Pole,
The Happenings,
Ultravox,
Lalo Schifrin,
Kool Moe Dee,
Buzzcocks,
Mo-Dettes,
Model 500,
Don Cherry,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Dead Boys,
David Bowie,
Bluetip,
Chrome,
Hashim,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Beau Brummels,
Tears for Fears,
EPMD,
Black Sheep,
MDC, MDC, MDC, MDC.
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.