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 Benin and from Shanghai.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 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 Sly & The Family Stone to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu. All the underground hits.
All Albert Ayler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gories 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arthur Verocai record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mr. Review,
Alphaville,
Depeche Mode,
The Buckinghams,
Ornette Coleman,
ABC,
Jeff Lynne,
Can,
Masters at Work,
The Stooges,
Sam Rivers,
The Cure,
Neil Young,
E-Dancer,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Howard Jones,
Eddi Front,
The Toasters,
The Gap Band,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Lakeside,
Absolute Body Control,
Johnny Clarke,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Sixth Finger,
Dual Sessions,
Crime,
Agitation Free,
The Move,
Darondo,
The Searchers,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Modern Lovers,
The Detroit Cobras,
Amazonics,
L. Decosne,
The Happenings,
Underground Resistance,
Spandau Ballet,
Model 500,
Junior Murvin,
Chris Corsano,
Urselle,
FM Einheit,
48th St. Collective,
The Associates,
Japan,
The Techniques,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Scan 7,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Symarip,
Kerrie Biddell,
Lee Hazlewood,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
F. McDonald,
Ice-T,
The Divine Comedy,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Public Image Ltd.,
Rites of Spring,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken.
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.