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 Swaziland and from Glasgow.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 808 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 Black Dice to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Last Poets. All the underground hits.
All Masters at Work tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sarah Menescal record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 spring reverb and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Piero Umiliani record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Divine Comedy,
The Walker Brothers,
Simply Red,
X-Ray Spex,
Lyres,
The Grass Roots,
Joe Finger,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Pantytec,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Schoolly D,
Flamin' Groovies,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Circle Jerks,
Eurythmics,
Babytalk,
Cheater Slicks,
Scientists,
The Black Dice,
Scan 7,
Radiohead,
AZ,
Interpol,
Stiv Bators,
Eric Dolphy,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Ituana,
Sam Rivers,
Sister Nancy,
Cecil Taylor,
Soulsonic Force,
Rapeman,
Silicon Teens,
Fluxion,
DJ Sneak,
Dual Sessions,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Cowsills,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Star Department,
Au Pairs,
Joy Division,
Minny Pops,
Pet Shop Boys,
Neu!,
Porter Ricks,
Boz Scaggs,
Pere Ubu,
Sun Ra,
David McCallum,
Clear Light,
Byron Stingily,
The Gap Band,
Soul II Soul,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Arthur Verocai,
Radio Birdman,
The Seeds,
Royal Trux,
Girls At Our Best!,
Johnny Clarke,
The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals.
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.