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 Latvia and from Shanghai.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 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 the Germs to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Golliwogs. All the underground hits.
All Alton Ellis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The J.B.'s record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soft Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barry Ungar,
Wasted Youth,
Scientists,
Dorothy Ashby,
AZ,
Joey Negro,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Model 500,
Cybotron,
Suburban Knight,
Al Stewart,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Toasters,
Zero Boys,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Massinfluence,
Accadde A,
Loose Ends,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Saints,
Kevin Saunderson,
Stetsasonic,
Gang Gang Dance,
Von Mondo,
Q65,
EPMD,
ABBA,
Cymande,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Metal Thangz,
Toni Rubio,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Gregory Isaacs,
Bronski Beat,
Radiohead,
The Raincoats,
Eddi Front,
Cecil Taylor,
Kenny Larkin,
the Association,
Simply Red,
Terry Callier,
Eric Dolphy,
Anthony Braxton,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Patti Smith,
The Fortunes,
John Coltrane,
Crooked Eye,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Au Pairs,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Invisible,
Kurtis Blow,
10cc,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Soul Sonic Force,
A Flock of Seagulls,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Make Up,
Lakeside, Lakeside, Lakeside, Lakeside.
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.