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 Micronesia and from Jakarta.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Accra.
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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Slits to the electroclash 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 Unrelated Segments. All the underground hits.
All Johnny Clarke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sparks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barrington Levy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eurythmics,
Brand Nubian,
Charles Mingus,
Urselle,
Sun Ra,
Altered Images,
X-102,
The Techniques,
the Sonics,
The Residents,
The Real Kids,
Carl Craig,
Talk Talk,
Barry Ungar,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Slits,
Harmonia,
Theoretical Girls,
The Smoke,
Prince Buster,
June of 44,
Peter & Gordon,
Todd Rundgren,
Crispian St. Peters,
Traffic Nightmare,
Japan,
The Doobie Brothers,
Ultra Naté,
The Monks,
Radiohead,
Junior Murvin,
The Music Machine,
Radio Birdman,
Cluster,
Babytalk,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The New Christs,
Aloha Tigers,
Gong,
DJ Style,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
U.S. Maple,
Skriet,
Soul II Soul,
One Last Wish,
Deakin,
MC5,
Mr. Review,
D'Angelo,
Groovy Waters,
Jacques Brel,
Ten City,
Vainqueur,
Crispy Ambulance,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Whodini,
Warren Ellis,
The Divine Comedy,
The Gories,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Ohio Players, Ohio Players, Ohio Players, Ohio Players.
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.