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 Ghana and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 808 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 Eli Mardock to the electroclash 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 Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band. All the underground hits.
All Spoonie Gee tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The New Christs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Carl Craig record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Young Marble Giants,
Bobby Womack,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Nils Olav,
Spandau Ballet,
John Coltrane,
Jerry's Kids,
U.S. Maple,
The Star Department,
The Martian,
Barrington Levy,
Public Enemy,
Rhythm & Sound,
the Normal,
The Grass Roots,
Desert Stars,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Moebius,
Sixth Finger,
The Shadows of Knight,
Ice-T,
R.M.O.,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Johnny Osbourne,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Talk Talk,
Robert Hood,
Soft Machine,
A Certain Ratio,
cv313,
Pole,
the Soft Cell,
Albert Ayler,
Cluster,
The Divine Comedy,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Bronski Beat,
Bobby Byrd,
The Alarm Clocks,
Thompson Twins,
The Vogues,
The Doors,
Amazonics,
Warsaw,
Jawbox,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Country Teasers,
Mary Jane Girls,
Au Pairs,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Siglo XX,
Can,
In Retrospect,
Pet Shop Boys,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Dorothy Ashby,
Negative Approach,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Man Parrish,
Bill Wells,
David Bowie,
Quadrant, Quadrant, Quadrant, Quadrant.
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.