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 Austria and from Mexico City.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Roy Ayers to the funk 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 Sun Ra. All the underground hits.
All Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crash Course in Science record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sarah Menescal record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Vogues,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Johnny Osbourne,
Pet Shop Boys,
Altered Images,
kango's stein massive,
Gang Starr,
Black Moon,
Mad Mike,
Clear Light,
Nick Fraelich,
Soul Sonic Force,
the Germs,
David Axelrod,
Nirvana,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Pharoah Sanders,
Metal Thangz,
48th St. Collective,
Pylon,
Siglo XX,
Trumans Water,
The Dirtbombs,
Symarip,
Niagra,
Suicide,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Bang On A Can,
Fela Kuti,
ABC,
Ralphi Rosario,
Spoonie Gee,
KRS-One,
The Blues Magoos,
Mandrill,
Chris Corsano,
Barbara Tucker,
Barrington Levy,
Colin Newman,
Quadrant,
Das Ding,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Hoover,
Tommy Roe,
Suburban Knight,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Pole,
Amon Düül,
Josef K,
Chrome,
Throbbing Gristle,
Echospace,
Organ,
Alison Limerick,
Joy Division,
Prince Buster,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Interpol,
Ultra Naté,
Vainqueur,
Wasted Youth,
Anthony Braxton,
Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock.
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.