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 Suriname and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 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 Roxette to the funk 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 Avey Tare. All the underground hits.
All Niagra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Janne Schatter 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a One Last Wish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cabaret Voltaire,
Ituana,
Lower 48,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Radiohead,
Barry Ungar,
The Dead C,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
K-Klass,
Ultimate Spinach,
Black Pus,
Wally Richardson,
Parry Music,
Ken Boothe,
Andrew Hill,
New Age Steppers,
Kerri Chandler,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Grey Daturas,
Eric Dolphy,
The Searchers,
48th St. Collective,
China Crisis,
The Durutti Column,
Mission of Burma,
The Move,
James White and The Blacks,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
DNA,
Gichy Dan,
Mark Hollis,
Newcleus,
the Human League,
Blake Baxter,
Amon Düül,
Todd Terry,
Joensuu 1685,
Aaron Thompson,
Public Image Ltd.,
Scan 7,
Terry Callier,
David Bowie,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Toasters,
Panda Bear,
cv313,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Grass Roots,
Aloha Tigers,
Echospace,
Ronnie Foster,
Roy Ayers,
Moss Icon,
Section 25,
Cymande,
Johnny Osbourne,
Niagra,
Masters at Work,
The Saints, The Saints, The Saints, The Saints.
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.