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 Sierra Leone and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Lou Reed to the rap 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 Quadrant. All the underground hits.
All Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crime 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Country Teasers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fire Engines,
Johnny Osbourne,
CMW,
the Slits,
Todd Rundgren,
Yusef Lateef,
Spandau Ballet,
The Monks,
kango's stein massive,
Anakelly,
Camouflage,
Clear Light,
Eric B and Rakim,
Drive Like Jehu,
Joe Finger,
Silicon Teens,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Freddie Wadling,
Kayak,
OOIOO,
Severed Heads,
Rakim,
Black Pus,
Model 500,
The Music Machine,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Saccharine Trust,
Outsiders,
Robert Görl,
Little Man,
The Raincoats,
Niagra,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Jeff Mills,
Drexciya,
Soul Sonic Force,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Offenders,
Angry Samoans,
the Bar-Kays,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Magazine,
The Litter,
These Immortal Souls,
Ultravox,
Lyres,
Eli Mardock,
Grandmaster Flash,
Fluxion,
Public Enemy,
Patti Smith,
the Germs,
Delon & Dalcan,
Franke,
B.T. Express,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Young Marble Giants,
Colin Newman,
The Motions,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Vogues,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines.
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.