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 Togo and from Delhi.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Lucky Dragons. All the underground hits.
All Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kerri Chandler record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
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 The Modern Lovers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blossom Toes,
Monks,
Gong,
Niagra,
Scientists,
MDC,
Faust,
Pierre Henry,
Pantaleimon,
Danielle Patucci,
The Litter,
Magma,
Jeff Lynne,
Alison Limerick,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Fear,
The Misunderstood,
The Sound,
Easy Going,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Derrick May,
Suburban Knight,
Oblivians,
KRS-One,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Boogie Down Productions,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Archie Shepp,
Jacob Miller,
Vladislav Delay,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Index,
Barrington Levy,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Kayak,
Black Pus,
Cymande,
Index,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Prince Buster,
Black Bananas,
the Fania All-Stars,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Arthur Verocai,
Eddi Front,
The Wake,
Ohio Players,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Amon Düül II,
Goldenarms,
Essential Logic,
Grandmaster Flash,
Soul Sonic Force,
Boz Scaggs,
Gang Starr,
Mandrill,
Lungfish,
Al Stewart,
Pulsallama,
These Immortal Souls,
Sugar Minott,
The Knickerbockers,
Minny Pops, Minny Pops, Minny Pops, Minny Pops.
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.