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 Costa Rica and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Moss Icon to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Bobbi Humphrey. All the underground hits.
All Ultra Naté tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grey Daturas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultimate Spinach,
Howard Jones,
Schoolly D,
cv313,
Shuggie Otis,
Accadde A,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Quantec,
Moss Icon,
Letta Mbulu,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Lungfish,
Nick Fraelich,
The Sound,
Rotary Connection,
Soul II Soul,
Gang Green,
Gang Starr,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Isaac Hayes,
Gang Gang Dance,
AZ,
Gichy Dan,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Gang of Four,
Au Pairs,
Neil Young,
Stiv Bators,
Scientists,
Malaria!,
Boz Scaggs,
Robert Görl,
Skaos,
Peter and Kerry,
Country Teasers,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Hoover,
Crash Course in Science,
Eric Dolphy,
Surgeon,
Fatback Band,
Pylon,
Pantaleimon,
Little Man,
Heaven 17,
CMW,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Offenders,
DJ Style,
Bush Tetras,
Tropical Tobacco,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Sun Ra,
The Busters,
China Crisis,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Joe Finger,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Eli Mardock,
The Index,
Ultra Naté,
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.