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 Zambia and from Mexico City.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 linndrum 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 Qualms to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Kool G Rap & DJ Polo. All the underground hits.
All KRS-One tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blossom Toes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a spring reverb 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 marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Moody Blues,
Eli Mardock,
Spandau Ballet,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Gap Band,
Michelle Simonal,
Smog,
China Crisis,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Bauhaus,
Unrelated Segments,
The Music Machine,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Gang Green,
The Standells,
La Düsseldorf,
The Barracudas,
Faraquet,
The Move,
Audionom,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Subhumans,
The Sonics,
The Tremeloes,
Todd Rundgren,
Jawbox,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
JFA,
Ten City,
Prince Buster,
Al Stewart,
Boogie Down Productions,
Kenny Larkin,
Kas Product,
Pharoah Sanders,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Althea and Donna,
Angry Samoans,
Mantronix,
Marshall Jefferson,
Fad Gadget,
DNA,
Nico,
Marmalade,
Dorothy Ashby,
June Days,
Neil Young,
Television Personalities,
Kaleidoscope,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Doobie Brothers,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
EPMD,
Ken Boothe,
The Walker Brothers,
The Detroit Cobras,
Marine Girls,
Lower 48,
June of 44, June of 44, June of 44, June of 44.
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.