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 Macedonia and from Tokyo.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the theremin 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 The Gap Band to the punk 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 The Gories. All the underground hits.
All Funkadelic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wasted Youth 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Faust record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
U.S. Maple,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Zero Boys,
The Blues Magoos,
Grey Daturas,
Minnie Riperton,
The J.B.'s,
Little Man,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Freddie Wadling,
Mo-Dettes,
Jacques Brel,
Ultimate Spinach,
Steve Hackett,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Y Pants,
Lungfish,
Sugar Minott,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Invisible,
The Mojo Men,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Nation of Ulysses,
Scratch Acid,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Public Enemy,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Count Five,
Amon Düül,
Trumans Water,
Aswad,
David McCallum,
48th St. Collective,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Dave Clark Five,
Todd Terry,
E-Dancer,
Marc Almond,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Vogues,
Crispy Ambulance,
The United States of America,
Susan Cadogan,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Index,
Jandek,
Brothers Johnson,
Arab on Radar,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Eric Dolphy,
The Blackbyrds,
Radio Birdman,
The Pop Group,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Deadbeat,
Donald Byrd,
The Fugs,
The Leaves,
Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio.
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.