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 Uruguay and from Salvador.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 synthesizer 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 Albert Ayler to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The Skatalites. All the underground hits.
All The Evens tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Sonics 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eyeless In Gaza record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Grandmaster Flash,
Pantytec,
The Mummies,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Durutti Column,
the Slits,
Talk Talk,
Spandau Ballet,
The Selecter,
The Music Machine,
Minny Pops,
Camouflage,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Derrick May,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Ornette Coleman,
Ludus,
F. McDonald,
Fluxion,
Eric B and Rakim,
Rapeman,
DJ Sneak,
PIL,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Five Americans,
The Leaves,
Outsiders,
Byron Stingily,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Real Kids,
Robert Görl,
Pussy Galore,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Brand Nubian,
The Skatalites,
Whodini,
Technova,
Aloha Tigers,
Fear,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
B.T. Express,
Judy Mowatt,
Radio Birdman,
Soft Machine,
Crime,
Cluster,
James Chance & The Contortions,
cv313,
Fugazi,
The American Breed,
Max Romeo,
New York Dolls,
Banda Bassotti,
Don Cherry,
Prince Buster,
Hasil Adkins,
The Names,
The Residents,
Suicide,
Minutemen,
Khruangbin,
Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow.
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.