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 Ukraine and from Columbus.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Delhi.
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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Brand Nubian to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Music Machine. All the underground hits.
All Jerry Gold Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Vladislav Delay record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Joe Smooth,
Blossom Toes,
ABC,
The Last Poets,
Livin' Joy,
Kas Product,
Subhumans,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Cal Tjader,
Marine Girls,
Soulsonic Force,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Ultravox,
Flipper,
R.M.O.,
John Lydon,
Fad Gadget,
Donny Hathaway,
John Coltrane,
Nico,
Skarface,
Lindisfarne,
Johnny Osbourne,
Derrick May,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Al Stewart,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Music Machine,
Saccharine Trust,
Unwound,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Piero Umiliani,
Model 500,
Bad Manners,
X-102,
Warsaw,
Goldenarms,
Tom Boy,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Andrew Hill,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Oblivians,
Ronan,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Knickerbockers,
Niagra,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Public Enemy,
Prince Buster,
The Durutti Column,
Lou Reed,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
World's Most,
Nas,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Gories,
Boogie Down Productions,
Jacob Miller,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Jimmy McGriff,
Black Flag, Black Flag, Black Flag, Black Flag.
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.