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 Georgia and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the theremin 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 Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Lafayette Afro Rock Band. All the underground hits.
All Althea and Donna tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Neon Judgement record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Model 500 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Gregory Isaacs,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Cameo,
Cymande,
Johnny Clarke,
Lungfish,
Throbbing Gristle,
Lower 48,
10cc,
The Offenders,
The Star Department,
Monks,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Dave Clark Five,
Bizarre Inc.,
Brothers Johnson,
Eden Ahbez,
Traffic Nightmare,
Derrick May,
Howard Jones,
The Cramps,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Marine Girls,
The Leaves,
The Smoke,
The Happenings,
Idris Muhammad,
The Index,
Roger Hodgson,
Eve St. Jones,
Urselle,
Blancmange,
Circle Jerks,
Neil Young,
Gang Starr,
Skaos,
Porter Ricks,
MDC,
Magazine,
Crooked Eye,
The Dirtbombs,
Slave,
Rotary Connection,
Intrusion,
The Doobie Brothers,
Thompson Twins,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Sandy B,
Radiohead,
Tom Boy,
The Black Dice,
Eric Copeland,
Terry Callier,
Terrestrial Tones,
LL Cool J,
X-102,
The Vogues,
Aloha Tigers,
The Modern Lovers,
Mantronix,
the Normal,
Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton.
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.