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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Milan.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Model 500 to the dance 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 Soulsonic Force. All the underground hits.
All Public Enemy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oneida 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 mellotron and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cymande record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radio Birdman,
Davy DMX,
The Blackbyrds,
Amon Düül,
The Cowsills,
The Dave Clark Five,
Blossom Toes,
Jeff Mills,
Camberwell Now,
Aloha Tigers,
Simply Red,
Country Teasers,
Main Source,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Gories,
The Misunderstood,
Boredoms,
Ponytail,
Quadrant,
Sex Pistols,
The Gap Band,
Don Cherry,
Pharoah Sanders,
Janne Schatter,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
June Days,
Albert Ayler,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Knickerbockers,
Crooked Eye,
The J.B.'s,
The Fire Engines,
Qualms,
Model 500,
Patti Smith,
Pussy Galore,
Fear,
Bluetip,
The Motions,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Yaz,
Bronski Beat,
Shuggie Otis,
Joyce Sims,
Tom Boy,
Zapp,
Gabor Szabo,
The Zeros,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Yusef Lateef,
The Young Rascals,
Babytalk,
Isaac Hayes,
Piero Umiliani,
Moebius,
Television Personalities,
John Lydon,
Eric Copeland,
Rod Modell,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots.
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.