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 Austria and from Lyon.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Philadelphia.
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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Fela Kuti to the funk 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 Fall. All the underground hits.
All Das Ding tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ponytail record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marcia Griffiths 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?
Delon & Dalcan,
Ornette Coleman,
Accadde A,
Interpol,
Pussy Galore,
Siglo XX,
Agitation Free,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Banda Bassotti,
Hoover,
Silicon Teens,
Roxy Music,
Tommy Roe,
The Smoke,
The Names,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Ludus,
MC5,
kango's stein massive,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Ronnie Foster,
Cecil Taylor,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Toasters,
Nirvana,
Country Teasers,
The Saints,
the Fania All-Stars,
H. Thieme,
Moss Icon,
Lightning Bolt,
Quando Quango,
Audionom,
Kenny Larkin,
Stockholm Monsters,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Eric B and Rakim,
Patti Smith,
Kurtis Blow,
Derrick May,
Soul Sonic Force,
Gregory Isaacs,
Alton Ellis,
Letta Mbulu,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Residents,
The Moleskins,
Delta 5,
Moby Grape,
Organ,
The Dirtbombs,
Desert Stars,
Minutemen,
E-Dancer,
Donald Byrd,
Jandek,
Severed Heads,
Lalo Schifrin,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Terry Callier, Terry Callier, Terry Callier, Terry Callier.
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.