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 Bhutan and from Seoul.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 chamberlin 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 Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Gil Scott Heron. All the underground hits.
All Neil Young & Crazy Horse tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Schoolly D record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 sitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Letta Mbulu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Slackers,
Royal Trux,
Brick,
Niagra,
Barry Ungar,
Deakin,
Black Sheep,
Eden Ahbez,
Alice Coltrane,
Drexciya,
The Red Krayola,
Negative Approach,
Gang Starr,
Terry Callier,
Erykah Badu,
Skaos,
Dennis Brown,
Brothers Johnson,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Erasure,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Joe Smooth,
Pierre Henry,
Junior Murvin,
Public Image Ltd.,
Terrestrial Tones,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Max Romeo,
Sparks,
Ash Ra Tempel,
In Retrospect,
The Busters,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Steve Hackett,
Johnny Osbourne,
Gichy Dan,
Kas Product,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Sex Pistols,
Joensuu 1685,
The Barracudas,
Visage,
Adolescents,
Gang Gang Dance,
Jeru the Damaja,
The J.B.'s,
The Human League,
The Slits,
Wire,
New York Dolls,
OOIOO,
The Fugs,
Freddie Wadling,
Livin' Joy,
Lebanon Hanover,
Public Enemy,
Sonny Sharrock,
Bad Manners,
Brand Nubian,
Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs.
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.