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 Bangladesh and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 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 The United States of America to the punk 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 Ronan. All the underground hits.
All Rahsaan Roland Kirk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every B.T. Express record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 sitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joey Negro record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soft Cell,
The Vogues,
The Remains,
The Grass Roots,
The Fire Engines,
Eric Dolphy,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Man Parrish,
Erasure,
Aswad,
B.T. Express,
The Dave Clark Five,
Gang Green,
Eurythmics,
Crispian St. Peters,
Aural Exciters,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Red Krayola,
Morten Harket,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Cymande,
The Misunderstood,
Sandy B,
Popol Vuh,
Desert Stars,
Television,
Deadbeat,
Pagans,
Vainqueur,
The Gladiators,
Ice-T,
Blancmange,
Tropical Tobacco,
Glenn Branca,
Sun Ra,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Malaria!,
Mad Mike,
David Axelrod,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Q and Not U,
The Moody Blues,
Ultra Naté,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Amon Düül,
Juan Atkins,
the Slits,
Ossler,
Black Flag,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Grandmaster Flash,
Scion,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Black Dice,
Quadrant,
John Holt,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Motorama,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith.
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.