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 Papua New Guinea and from Cairo.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Barrington Levy to the jazz 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 Junior Murvin. All the underground hits.
All Boredoms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-Ray Spex 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Man Parrish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crash Course in Science,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Toni Rubio,
Mars,
John Foxx,
Yellowson,
The Slackers,
a-ha,
The Residents,
Faraquet,
Minny Pops,
Eric Dolphy,
Peter & Gordon,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Lakeside,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Chris Corsano,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Seeds,
Reuben Wilson,
Oblivians,
Althea and Donna,
Black Moon,
Nation of Ulysses,
Mad Mike,
Blossom Toes,
Marcia Griffiths,
Ronnie Foster,
Patti Smith,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Nas,
The Cramps,
Jesper Dahlback,
Television,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Associates,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Moleskins,
The Stooges,
Moss Icon,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Bang On A Can,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Soft Cell,
Joensuu 1685,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Easy Going,
Wasted Youth,
The Shadows of Knight,
Eli Mardock,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Flash Fearless,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Kas Product,
The Mummies,
Bluetip,
Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai.
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.