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 Niger and from Houston.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Invisible to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Liaisons Dangereuses. All the underground hits.
All Jeff Lynne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a D'Angelo 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?
Joe Finger,
Black Moon,
The Misunderstood,
Crooked Eye,
Chrome,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Desert Stars,
Beasts of Bourbon,
In Retrospect,
Minny Pops,
Black Sheep,
Vainqueur,
Quadrant,
Brand Nubian,
Kerrie Biddell,
Sonny Sharrock,
Procol Harum,
The Last Poets,
the Slits,
Sight & Sound,
David Bowie,
Fluxion,
The Fugs,
Robert Görl,
Buzzcocks,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Barbara Tucker,
Juan Atkins,
Yaz,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Cal Tjader,
Black Bananas,
Dennis Brown,
Ponytail,
Barry Ungar,
Lalann,
Isaac Hayes,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Victims,
Wally Richardson,
Harry Pussy,
Neil Young,
Radiohead,
Tomorrow,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Glenn Branca,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Average White Band,
Wings,
Minnie Riperton,
JFA,
Yellowson,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Urselle,
Henry Cow,
The Toasters,
K-Klass,
Alice Coltrane,
The Leaves,
Davy DMX,
Ultra Naté,
Boogie Down Productions,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Gong,
Scott Walker, Scott Walker, Scott Walker, Scott Walker.
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.