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 Spain and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 The Monochrome Set to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Dorothy Ashby. All the underground hits.
All The Trojans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter & Gordon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 a rhodes and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lalo Schifrin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Derrick May,
Minnie Riperton,
Howard Jones,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
MC5,
Grandmaster Flash,
Kenny Larkin,
Kool Moe Dee,
The United States of America,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Eden Ahbez,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Nirvana,
Peter and Kerry,
Niagra,
Lyres,
PIL,
Au Pairs,
the Human League,
The Modern Lovers,
R.M.O.,
Soft Cell,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Fatback Band,
The Dirtbombs,
Black Sheep,
EPMD,
T. Rex,
The Real Kids,
Joey Negro,
Carl Craig,
The Blackbyrds,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Wings,
Kerrie Biddell,
Arab on Radar,
The New Christs,
Eric Dolphy,
Slave,
Agitation Free,
Negative Approach,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Visage,
The Sound,
The Gladiators,
Con Funk Shun,
Ralphi Rosario,
Lightning Bolt,
The Litter,
Gang Gang Dance,
Pagans,
K-Klass,
Ronnie Foster,
Lindisfarne,
Albert Ayler,
The Smiths,
Max Romeo,
the Soft Cell,
Susan Cadogan,
Chrome,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx.
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.