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 Saudi Arabia and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Last Poets to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 X-101. All the underground hits.
All Tres Demented tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Girls At Our Best! record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 a synthesizer and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ohio Players record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bush Tetras,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Second Layer,
Lyres,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Ponytail,
The Selecter,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Marvin Gaye,
The Seeds,
Reuben Wilson,
The Knickerbockers,
Pylon,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Ultra Naté,
Johnny Clarke,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Wire,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Donny Hathaway,
Livin' Joy,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Bad Manners,
Mark Hollis,
Janne Schatter,
Smog,
The United States of America,
The Doors,
Prince Buster,
The Red Krayola,
Todd Rundgren,
Hoover,
The Mummies,
Minor Threat,
Von Mondo,
DJ Sneak,
Gong,
The Zeros,
Make Up,
Roxette,
Tomorrow,
The Gories,
LL Cool J,
Nation of Ulysses,
Quantec,
The J.B.'s,
Andrew Hill,
Iggy Pop,
Severed Heads,
Minutemen,
Dorothy Ashby,
Blancmange,
Franke,
The Fortunes,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Roy Ayers,
The Blues Magoos,
Flamin' Groovies,
Josef K,
the Fania All-Stars,
Dennis Brown,
Magazine,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks.
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.