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 Uruguay and from Glasgow.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the güiro 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 Andrew Hill to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Bad Manners. All the underground hits.
All Desert Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cowsills record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 an arpeggiator and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Max Romeo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mission of Burma,
Roy Ayers,
Rotary Connection,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Nils Olav,
Jacques Brel,
Brand Nubian,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Cure,
The Count Five,
Marmalade,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Standells,
Icehouse,
Gong,
Reuben Wilson,
Symarip,
Chrome,
David Axelrod,
Spoonie Gee,
Minutemen,
Television,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Index,
Jawbox,
Toni Rubio,
Dark Day,
Dual Sessions,
Pussy Galore,
Harry Pussy,
Aswad,
Negative Approach,
Khruangbin,
Lindisfarne,
Lyres,
Mandrill,
The Beau Brummels,
Nico,
Darondo,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Barbara Tucker,
Carl Craig,
Piero Umiliani,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Jerry's Kids,
Alphaville,
Yazoo,
The Velvet Underground,
Simply Red,
Yaz,
John Lydon,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Names,
Avey Tare,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Grey Daturas,
Johnny Clarke,
Boredoms,
New York Dolls,
Alice Coltrane,
Freddie Wadling, Freddie Wadling, Freddie Wadling, Freddie Wadling.
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.