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 Niger 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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 theremin 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 Eric B and Rakim to the grime 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 The Electric Prunes. All the underground hits.
All X-101 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rites of Spring record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Index record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Trojans,
Dorothy Ashby,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Rosa Yemen,
Parry Music,
48th St. Collective,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Misunderstood,
Soft Machine,
Magazine,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Half Japanese,
Lindisfarne,
JFA,
Stockholm Monsters,
Scan 7,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Max Romeo,
Au Pairs,
B.T. Express,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Fire Engines,
Infiniti,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Hoover,
Shuggie Otis,
Jimmy McGriff,
Amon Düül,
Nik Kershaw,
Simply Red,
Spandau Ballet,
Nas,
Supertramp,
The Durutti Column,
Lou Reed,
the Soft Cell,
Wings,
Pylon,
Judy Mowatt,
Robert Görl,
Mission of Burma,
Fluxion,
The Count Five,
Agitation Free,
Quantec,
kango's stein massive,
Throbbing Gristle,
Icehouse,
Gastr Del Sol,
Yusef Lateef,
Das Ding,
The Dave Clark Five,
Jeff Lynne,
the Slits,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
T.S.O.L.,
Trumans Water,
Nick Fraelich,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Skatalites, The Skatalites, The Skatalites, The Skatalites.
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.