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 Marshall Islands and from Johannesburg.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 New York Dolls to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Country Joe & The Fish. All the underground hits.
All Max Romeo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Slits record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 spring reverb and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Trumans Water record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gichy Dan,
Frankie Knuckles,
Ponytail,
Girls At Our Best!,
Pussy Galore,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Bob Dylan,
Pole,
Bobby Womack,
Animal Collective,
Smog,
Boogie Down Productions,
Rakim,
R.M.O.,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Offenders,
The Doobie Brothers,
Dead Boys,
Flash Fearless,
The Golliwogs,
Matthew Halsall,
Joyce Sims,
Johnny Clarke,
June Days,
Grauzone,
L. Decosne,
The Fortunes,
Pierre Henry,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Dennis Brown,
Don Cherry,
Mo-Dettes,
Agent Orange,
Junior Murvin,
Fluxion,
Marvin Gaye,
Slick Rick,
Sarah Menescal,
Sun City Girls,
Morten Harket,
China Crisis,
Idris Muhammad,
Ohio Players,
Country Teasers,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Moleskins,
Gabor Szabo,
Ludus,
Roxette,
The Victims,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Crash Course in Science,
Bill Wells,
Kerrie Biddell,
Wally Richardson,
Drexciya,
DJ Sneak,
The Residents,
Minutemen,
Wasted Youth,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Slave,
Moby Grape, Moby Grape, Moby Grape, Moby Grape.
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.