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 Liberia and from Stockholm.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 organ 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 The Neon Judgement to the techno 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 Agent Orange. All the underground hits.
All Crime tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Funky Four + One record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sam Rivers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yellowson,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Mary Jane Girls,
the Slits,
Rakim,
the Association,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Pagans,
the Fania All-Stars,
Mark Hollis,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Tom Boy,
Minutemen,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Slits,
Kas Product,
The Barracudas,
Sandy B,
Model 500,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Audionom,
The Real Kids,
Mr. Review,
Jacob Miller,
Nas,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Interpol,
Bob Dylan,
Funky Four + One,
F. McDonald,
Leonard Cohen,
Heaven 17,
Cal Tjader,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Mojo Men,
June Days,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Fear,
Gang Starr,
Cluster,
Wally Richardson,
Joensuu 1685,
ABC,
World's Most,
Sugar Minott,
Graham Central Station,
Tropical Tobacco,
K-Klass,
Harmonia,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Tommy Roe,
Monks,
R.M.O.,
The Tremeloes,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Red Krayola,
Ten City,
Lungfish,
Terrestrial Tones,
Bush Tetras,
Marmalade,
MC5, MC5, MC5, MC5.
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.