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 Korea North and from Tokyo.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Lonnie Liston Smith to the funk 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 The Last Poets. All the underground hits.
All Sly & The Family Stone tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vaughan Mason & Crew record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a It's A Beautiful Day record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Slits,
Dead Boys,
Intrusion,
Hashim,
Silicon Teens,
Stetsasonic,
Eli Mardock,
Fat Boys,
Lebanon Hanover,
Nico,
Mary Jane Girls,
Mr. Review,
June of 44,
Matthew Bourne,
Ten City,
Slave,
U.S. Maple,
Gabor Szabo,
Grauzone,
Ronan,
Eric B and Rakim,
Peter and Kerry,
Easy Going,
Wasted Youth,
Nils Olav,
Sunsets and Hearts,
One Last Wish,
the Human League,
Minor Threat,
Roy Ayers,
The Happenings,
Second Layer,
The Walker Brothers,
ABBA,
Juan Atkins,
Yellowson,
The Seeds,
Kool Moe Dee,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Heaven 17,
Brick,
Main Source,
Curtis Mayfield,
Man Eating Sloth,
Faraquet,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Lou Christie,
Fatback Band,
Tom Boy,
Con Funk Shun,
Ludus,
Kaleidoscope,
Man Parrish,
The Dirtbombs,
Eden Ahbez,
Pantytec,
Audionom,
Tommy Roe,
Banda Bassotti,
Excepter,
F. McDonald,
The Martian, The Martian, The Martian, The Martian.
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.