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 India and from Tehran.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Harpers Bizarre 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 Animal Collective. All the underground hits.
All The Detroit Cobras tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Royal Trux record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobbi Humphrey record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Echospace,
Man Eating Sloth,
D'Angelo,
8 Eyed Spy,
Joey Negro,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Rites of Spring,
Pole,
The Motions,
Pussy Galore,
Johnny Clarke,
The Skatalites,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Beau Brummels,
Barry Ungar,
Fugazi,
Wings,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Ultra Naté,
The Offenders,
Circle Jerks,
Traffic Nightmare,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Gang Starr,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Simply Red,
The Neon Judgement,
Funkadelic,
Groovy Waters,
Saccharine Trust,
Ultravox,
The Count Five,
Gichy Dan,
Au Pairs,
Brothers Johnson,
The Sound,
Mission of Burma,
Camouflage,
Johnny Osbourne,
Marvin Gaye,
June Days,
The Smiths,
Minor Threat,
Agitation Free,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Kinks,
Toni Rubio,
Soft Cell,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Index,
Los Fastidios,
The Fire Engines,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Roxette,
Bizarre Inc.,
Sam Rivers,
Sixth Finger,
The Last Poets, The Last Poets, The Last Poets, The Last Poets.
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.