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 Kyrgyzstan and from Glasgow.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 organ 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 Gichy Dan to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 FM Einheit. All the underground hits.
All the Bar-Kays tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ash Ra Tempel record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 linndrum and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joyce Sims record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lindisfarne,
Deakin,
Arthur Verocai,
Index,
Audionom,
Ludus,
Todd Rundgren,
Porter Ricks,
Duran Duran,
The Invisible,
The Velvet Underground,
Ornette Coleman,
David McCallum,
Roxette,
John Coltrane,
Morten Harket,
The Kinks,
Liliput,
Isaac Hayes,
Masters at Work,
The Dave Clark Five,
Youth Brigade,
David Bowie,
Oneida,
Alice Coltrane,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Clear Light,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Grauzone,
Brand Nubian,
Bobby Womack,
Iggy Pop,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Loose Ends,
Technova,
Sister Nancy,
Groovy Waters,
Letta Mbulu,
Quadrant,
Colin Newman,
Junior Murvin,
Camberwell Now,
The Grass Roots,
Symarip,
Bob Dylan,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Joey Negro,
Nils Olav,
The Real Kids,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Al Stewart,
Barrington Levy,
Bang On A Can,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
T.S.O.L.,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Mantronix,
Make Up,
Drexciya,
Scratch Acid,
U.S. Maple,
Max Romeo, Max Romeo, Max Romeo, Max Romeo.
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.