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 Serbia and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the 808 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 Minny Pops to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Gabor Szabo. All the underground hits.
All the Fania All-Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Star Department record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
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 Roy Ayers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boz Scaggs,
Pagans,
Andrew Hill,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Skarface,
Dual Sessions,
James Chance & The Contortions,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Cybotron,
Rapeman,
Dave Gahan,
The Toasters,
DJ Sneak,
Alton Ellis,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Heaven 17,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Neon Judgement,
Vladislav Delay,
cv313,
Eddi Front,
Unrelated Segments,
The Modern Lovers,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Monochrome Set,
X-101,
Suburban Knight,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
D'Angelo,
Subhumans,
OOIOO,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Carl Craig,
Joy Division,
Q65,
Peter and Kerry,
Cheater Slicks,
Monolake,
UT,
The Shadows of Knight,
Gastr Del Sol,
Donald Byrd,
Crime,
Soulsonic Force,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
the Swans,
Avey Tare,
K-Klass,
Suicide,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Scott Walker,
The Red Krayola,
Sonny Sharrock,
Khruangbin,
Circle Jerks,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Gap Band,
Faraquet,
Black Moon,
PIL,
Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan.
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.