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 Somalia and from Glasgow.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Agitation Free to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Liaisons Dangereuses. All the underground hits.
All Lindisfarne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aaron Thompson 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Big Daddy Kane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gories,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Television,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Fuzztones,
Eden Ahbez,
The United States of America,
The Cramps,
Shoche,
Swell Maps,
Harpers Bizarre,
Black Pus,
Gong,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Offenders,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Wasted Youth,
Symarip,
Cymande,
Arcadia,
Faraquet,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Buzzcocks,
Alphaville,
Alison Limerick,
Aaron Thompson,
Basic Channel,
The American Breed,
Leonard Cohen,
The Barracudas,
Wings,
Subhumans,
Godley & Creme,
Donny Hathaway,
Bobby Byrd,
The Count Five,
the Bar-Kays,
Peter and Kerry,
The Misunderstood,
Zapp,
Derrick Morgan,
Marshall Jefferson,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Moby Grape,
Procol Harum,
Lucky Dragons,
Barrington Levy,
Reagan Youth,
Jimmy McGriff,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Blackbyrds,
Lou Christie,
Erasure,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Morten Harket,
Sarah Menescal,
Y Pants,
U.S. Maple,
Section 25,
Skaos,
Man Eating Sloth,
Massinfluence, Massinfluence, Massinfluence, Massinfluence.
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.