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 Albania and from Delhi.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 808 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 Public Enemy to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Shoche. All the underground hits.
All Fad Gadget tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joe Finger 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rotary Connection record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Shoche,
The Moody Blues,
Hot Snakes,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Moebius,
the Sonics,
Gabor Szabo,
Outsiders,
World's Most,
Ice-T,
Funky Four + One,
The Gun Club,
Aswad,
Jeff Mills,
Adolescents,
Mr. Review,
Glambeats Corp.,
MC5,
Harpers Bizarre,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Bauhaus,
Scion,
Popol Vuh,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
FM Einheit,
The Toasters,
JFA,
Whodini,
The American Breed,
Althea and Donna,
Surgeon,
Tommy Roe,
Dawn Penn,
The Human League,
The Slackers,
Pulsallama,
the Soft Cell,
Gregory Isaacs,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
KRS-One,
Matthew Halsall,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Mandrill,
David Axelrod,
The Red Krayola,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Basic Channel,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Dennis Brown,
Skarface,
Cheater Slicks,
Make Up,
EPMD,
Pantaleimon,
Joey Negro,
The Dirtbombs,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Wake,
the Association,
Joe Finger,
Severed Heads, Severed Heads, Severed Heads, Severed Heads.
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.