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 Belgium and from Manchester.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 rhodes 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 Marcia Griffiths to the grime 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 Archie Shepp. All the underground hits.
All Minny Pops tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every OOIOO record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 linndrum and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sound 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?
Slave,
The Pop Group,
Lyres,
Drive Like Jehu,
X-Ray Spex,
Marshall Jefferson,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Names,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Oneida,
Jesper Dahlback,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Unrelated Segments,
Au Pairs,
Toni Rubio,
Tim Buckley,
Black Pus,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Harpers Bizarre,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Skaos,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Fatback Band,
Tropical Tobacco,
Curtis Mayfield,
Radiopuhelimet,
Steve Hackett,
Eric B and Rakim,
Underground Resistance,
Crooked Eye,
Pet Shop Boys,
June of 44,
Stockholm Monsters,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Rakim,
Pierre Henry,
Metal Thangz,
Das Ding,
The Cowsills,
Jawbox,
Rapeman,
The Black Dice,
Pylon,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Gun Club,
Mad Mike,
Funkadelic,
Matthew Halsall,
The Stooges,
Cal Tjader,
Lindisfarne,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Big Daddy Kane,
Eden Ahbez,
Yusef Lateef,
Jerry's Kids,
Mo-Dettes,
Thompson Twins,
Sixth Finger,
The Evens,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago.
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.