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 Taiwan and from Beijing.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 Trumans Water to the electroclash 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 Sandy B. All the underground hits.
All The Last Poets tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joe Smooth 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a June of 44 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Velvet Underground,
ABC,
Black Pus,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
David McCallum,
Q and Not U,
Ossler,
Crispian St. Peters,
EPMD,
Pierre Henry,
Grey Daturas,
Byron Stingily,
Spandau Ballet,
The Shadows of Knight,
Sun Ra,
Derrick Morgan,
Oneida,
La Düsseldorf,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Bizarre Inc.,
Angry Samoans,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Peter & Gordon,
Essential Logic,
Sandy B,
Jeff Mills,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Section 25,
Michelle Simonal,
Buzzcocks,
Marshall Jefferson,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Sun City Girls,
Pantaleimon,
Fluxion,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
cv313,
Jerry's Kids,
Sister Nancy,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Spoonie Gee,
Kerri Chandler,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Aloha Tigers,
The Stooges,
The Kinks,
kango's stein massive,
Mission of Burma,
Aural Exciters,
Index,
Kevin Saunderson,
Gregory Isaacs,
Terrestrial Tones,
Junior Murvin,
Harpers Bizarre,
Alison Limerick,
Brand Nubian,
Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis.
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.