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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Accra.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 chamberlin 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 Judy Mowatt to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Sam Rivers. All the underground hits.
All Kool G Rap & DJ Polo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ajijia Myrayebe record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 an oboe and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dual Sessions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sex Pistols,
Mo-Dettes,
Barrington Levy,
Nirvana,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Jeff Lynne,
Fat Boys,
Angry Samoans,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Deadbeat,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Joyce Sims,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
the Association,
Oneida,
Cheater Slicks,
Public Enemy,
Theoretical Girls,
Eurythmics,
Man Parrish,
Television Personalities,
Lyres,
David McCallum,
Scan 7,
Eli Mardock,
Matthew Halsall,
Gichy Dan,
Minny Pops,
The Skatalites,
Gastr Del Sol,
E-Dancer,
Patti Smith,
Kenny Larkin,
Hashim,
Agent Orange,
Piero Umiliani,
The Misunderstood,
Tubeway Army,
Soft Machine,
Toni Rubio,
The Remains,
The Moody Blues,
Bob Dylan,
Jeru the Damaja,
the Germs,
Brothers Johnson,
The Doors,
Boredoms,
Basic Channel,
The Smiths,
The Zeros,
Visage,
L. Decosne,
Sandy B,
Arcadia,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Magazine,
Crispy Ambulance,
KRS-One, KRS-One, KRS-One, KRS-One.
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.