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 Croatia 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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 48th St. Collective to the jazz 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 The Gories. All the underground hits.
All Lou Christie tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hasil Adkins 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tomorrow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sister Nancy,
Bill Near,
The Busters,
10cc,
Hoover,
Kas Product,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Minnie Riperton,
Cybotron,
The Doobie Brothers,
Tommy Roe,
The Red Krayola,
Thompson Twins,
The Toasters,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Selecter,
Idris Muhammad,
Ultra Naté,
the Normal,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Moss Icon,
Donald Byrd,
The Last Poets,
Zero Boys,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Qualms,
Faust,
The Remains,
Crispian St. Peters,
John Holt,
Pussy Galore,
The Residents,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Jawbox,
The Cramps,
Siglo XX,
Quantec,
Subhumans,
Anthony Braxton,
Jeru the Damaja,
Flamin' Groovies,
Robert Wyatt,
Joe Finger,
Grandmaster Flash,
Harmonia,
PIL,
The Litter,
Skriet,
Ultravox,
Barry Ungar,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Detroit Cobras,
Easy Going,
Darondo,
Electric Prunes,
Howard Jones,
Spoonie Gee,
Mantronix, Mantronix, Mantronix, Mantronix.
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.