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 Malawi 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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 rhodes 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 Lou Reed & Metallica to the rap 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 Marcia Griffiths. All the underground hits.
All Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bootsy's Rubber Band 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 an arpeggiator and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Seeds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Maleditus Sound,
The Zeros,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Joe Finger,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Sound,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Pierre Henry,
Lou Reed,
Kool Moe Dee,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
ABC,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Spoonie Gee,
X-102,
Hardrive,
Amon Düül II,
Index,
The Smiths,
The United States of America,
Michelle Simonal,
Crash Course in Science,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Martian,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Techniques,
Bad Manners,
Mandrill,
Make Up,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Moby Grape,
D'Angelo,
kango's stein massive,
June of 44,
Spandau Ballet,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Dead C,
Glenn Branca,
Barbara Tucker,
Skarface,
Darondo,
Neil Young,
Cymande,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Skatalites,
Black Moon,
Fatback Band,
Tomorrow,
Q and Not U,
The Leaves,
Newcleus,
The Move,
Junior Murvin,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Ronnie Foster,
Yellowson,
Joy Division,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Traffic Nightmare,
Black Sheep,
New York Dolls,
Agitation Free, Agitation Free, Agitation Free, Agitation Free.
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.