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 Finland and from Calgary.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Moebius to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Vainqueur. All the underground hits.
All Moby Grape tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kenny Larkin 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Misunderstood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cymande,
The Gladiators,
Kerri Chandler,
Throbbing Gristle,
Todd Terry,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Dave Clark Five,
Bizarre Inc.,
Minnie Riperton,
Franke,
Andrew Hill,
One Last Wish,
Brick,
Little Man,
Urselle,
Rites of Spring,
Donald Byrd,
The Fall,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Doobie Brothers,
John Cale,
Delon & Dalcan,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Pop Group,
Wire,
Black Moon,
Arthur Verocai,
Max Romeo,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Ultra Naté,
Ken Boothe,
Mad Mike,
Grandmaster Flash,
Au Pairs,
DJ Style,
Gabor Szabo,
Talk Talk,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Royal Trux,
The Neon Judgement,
The Angels of Light,
Josef K,
Sister Nancy,
The Vogues,
The Happenings,
Blake Baxter,
Maurizio,
June of 44,
Mo-Dettes,
the Soft Cell,
Rhythm & Sound,
Negative Approach,
It's A Beautiful Day,
E-Dancer,
Tomorrow,
In Retrospect,
Patti Smith,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Kinks,
Gang Gang Dance,
Traffic Nightmare,
Jimmy McGriff,
Kaleidoscope,
Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band.
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.