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 Nicaragua and from Milan.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Lafayette Afro Rock Band to the funk 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 Sonny Sharrock. All the underground hits.
All Whodini tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Icehouse 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Prince Buster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hardrive,
Stereo Dub,
Roxette,
Unwound,
Dennis Brown,
Idris Muhammad,
The Human League,
Skaos,
Peter and Kerry,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Drexciya,
The Dave Clark Five,
Soulsonic Force,
The Gladiators,
Lou Christie,
The Evens,
Jeru the Damaja,
Oneida,
Throbbing Gristle,
Ken Boothe,
Man Parrish,
Guru Guru,
Sällskapet,
CMW,
The Smiths,
Derrick May,
The Red Krayola,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Brick,
the Sonics,
Bob Dylan,
Kerrie Biddell,
Mo-Dettes,
Pussy Galore,
Max Romeo,
Alison Limerick,
Delon & Dalcan,
Newcleus,
The Blackbyrds,
Cymande,
Magma,
Von Mondo,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Monks,
Brothers Johnson,
Fat Boys,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Yazoo,
Jimmy McGriff,
Sarah Menescal,
Rekid,
Marvin Gaye,
UT,
Basic Channel,
The Cowsills,
Interpol,
The Index,
Ice-T,
Rapeman,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Joe Finger,
OOIOO,
Moss Icon,
Section 25, Section 25, Section 25, Section 25.
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.