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 Kiribati and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the snare 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 LL Cool J to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Golliwogs. All the underground hits.
All Delta 5 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Funkadelic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lafayette Afro Rock Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Excepter,
CMW,
Urselle,
Chris & Cosey,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Maurizio,
Donny Hathaway,
Black Pus,
Arthur Verocai,
John Coltrane,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Ice-T,
Popol Vuh,
Hot Snakes,
Crooked Eye,
The Human League,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Victims,
Magma,
Dorothy Ashby,
Camouflage,
Colin Newman,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Arcadia,
Section 25,
Letta Mbulu,
The Grass Roots,
Lucky Dragons,
Funky Four + One,
The Evens,
Young Marble Giants,
the Sonics,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Golliwogs,
Scratch Acid,
Alice Coltrane,
Bill Wells,
The Mighty Diamonds,
UT,
Bang On A Can,
The Blackbyrds,
Franke,
Sällskapet,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Sun City Girls,
Idris Muhammad,
Eddi Front,
Neil Young,
The Associates,
The Gladiators,
Sparks,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Ossler,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Joey Negro,
Roxette,
Amazonics,
The Moleskins,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Invisible,
Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin.
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.