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 Barbados and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Carl Craig to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 F. McDonald. All the underground hits.
All Smog tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultramagnetic MC's record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 clarinet and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eve St. Jones record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Peter & Gordon,
Dawn Penn,
Lou Reed,
James White and The Blacks,
Ten City,
David Axelrod,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Make Up,
Boogie Down Productions,
Nas,
Pussy Galore,
The Count Five,
Anthony Braxton,
Ornette Coleman,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Kaleidoscope,
ABC,
Arcadia,
Monks,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Gregory Isaacs,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Symarip,
Mr. Review,
Wally Richardson,
Surgeon,
CMW,
Television,
Spoonie Gee,
The Velvet Underground,
Roy Ayers,
Underground Resistance,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
the Swans,
Curtis Mayfield,
Arab on Radar,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Blancmange,
Susan Cadogan,
Camouflage,
Lee Hazlewood,
the Sonics,
The Tremeloes,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Deadbeat,
The Fugs,
Chris & Cosey,
The Moleskins,
Metal Thangz,
Sly & The Family Stone,
MC5,
Flamin' Groovies,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Red Krayola,
the Germs,
Byron Stingily,
The Happenings,
Thee Headcoats,
Newcleus,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Robert Hood, Robert Hood, Robert Hood, Robert Hood.
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.