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 Romania and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Fear to the funk 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 Pop Group. All the underground hits.
All Audionom tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roy Ayers Ubiquity record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Josef K,
The Buckinghams,
Mr. Review,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Masters at Work,
Kaleidoscope,
EPMD,
Von Mondo,
Stetsasonic,
Pere Ubu,
Moebius,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Amon Düül,
Dark Day,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Hashim,
Qualms,
Jawbox,
John Lydon,
These Immortal Souls,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Section 25,
Model 500,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Standells,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Lou Reed,
Eve St. Jones,
The Cosmic Jokers,
James White and The Blacks,
Unrelated Segments,
Mars,
Carl Craig,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
This Heat,
Boz Scaggs,
Jeff Lynne,
The Leaves,
Idris Muhammad,
Brass Construction,
Monks,
Saccharine Trust,
The Skatalites,
U.S. Maple,
The Alarm Clocks,
Jeff Mills,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Buzzcocks,
Black Bananas,
Ornette Coleman,
Mission of Burma,
Robert Görl,
The Wake,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Flesh Eaters,
Malaria!,
David McCallum,
Cymande,
Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby.
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.