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 Grenada and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 rhodes 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 L. Decosne to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Graham Central Station. All the underground hits.
All Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Monks 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Second Layer record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Donald Byrd,
Los Fastidios,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Chris Corsano,
Blossom Toes,
Pussy Galore,
Cybotron,
Bill Wells,
The Invisible,
China Crisis,
Nico,
David Bowie,
Drexciya,
Gong,
Tommy Roe,
Banda Bassotti,
Sun Ra,
Minutemen,
Sandy B,
Kas Product,
Black Pus,
D'Angelo,
48th St. Collective,
The Detroit Cobras,
T. Rex,
The Last Poets,
Eddi Front,
Simply Red,
Black Moon,
These Immortal Souls,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Funky Four + One,
The Blues Magoos,
Average White Band,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Susan Cadogan,
Surgeon,
One Last Wish,
Leonard Cohen,
Wolf Eyes,
Hot Snakes,
Section 25,
Henry Cow,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Symarip,
Quantec,
Magma,
Pierre Henry,
Boogie Down Productions,
Skaos,
the Bar-Kays,
The Angels of Light,
Dark Day,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Pole,
The American Breed,
Minor Threat,
the Slits,
B.T. Express,
Joey Negro, Joey Negro, Joey Negro, Joey Negro.
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.