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 Montenegro and from Madrid.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 guitar 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 Anakelly to the rap 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 Patti Smith. All the underground hits.
All 8 Eyed Spy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dirtbombs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 snare and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marmalade record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sam Rivers,
Eyeless In Gaza,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Blackbyrds,
Massinfluence,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Buckinghams,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Gabor Szabo,
The Trojans,
Tears for Fears,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Slave,
Erykah Badu,
Y Pants,
The American Breed,
Buzzcocks,
Todd Rundgren,
Gang of Four,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Barracudas,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Kurtis Blow,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Lalo Schifrin,
Bobby Womack,
Gichy Dan,
Quantec,
Throbbing Gristle,
Monolake,
Vainqueur,
Marvin Gaye,
Hot Snakes,
T. Rex,
Black Bananas,
Pantytec,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Ultravox,
F. McDonald,
Bill Wells,
Inner City,
Minnie Riperton,
The Fuzztones,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Pop Group,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Anthony Braxton,
Barrington Levy,
H. Thieme,
Sonny Sharrock,
Dennis Brown,
Moby Grape,
Joensuu 1685,
Mark Hollis,
Charles Mingus,
Darondo,
The Shadows of Knight,
Derrick May,
Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja.
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.