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 Egypt and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Public Image Ltd.. All the underground hits.
All Aural Exciters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every KRS-One record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nico record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eden Ahbez,
Don Cherry,
Morten Harket,
Adolescents,
Maurizio,
Sam Rivers,
PIL,
Basic Channel,
Darondo,
Inner City,
The Moleskins,
Camouflage,
Arthur Verocai,
Frankie Knuckles,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Martian,
A Certain Ratio,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Franke,
Clear Light,
Terry Callier,
JFA,
Little Man,
Moss Icon,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Mr. Review,
Jerry Gold Smith,
June Days,
Swell Maps,
Absolute Body Control,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Barbara Tucker,
Banda Bassotti,
Dark Day,
Boredoms,
Nils Olav,
The Doobie Brothers,
Skaos,
Simply Red,
the Fania All-Stars,
World's Most,
Peter and Kerry,
Loose Ends,
The Toasters,
Camberwell Now,
Skriet,
Donald Byrd,
The Litter,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Grey Daturas,
Archie Shepp,
Bob Dylan,
Warsaw,
Quando Quango,
The Divine Comedy,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Eric B and Rakim,
ABC,
Ultra Naté,
Ponytail,
Sugar Minott,
Anthony Braxton,
Organ,
Niagra, Niagra, Niagra, Niagra.
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.