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 Armenia and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 sitar 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 Happenings to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Outsiders. All the underground hits.
All The Blackbyrds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mark Hollis 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Letta Mbulu 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?
Byron Stingily,
Tom Boy,
Visage,
Nico,
Eric Dolphy,
Lou Reed,
Gang Green,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Erasure,
JFA,
Bill Near,
Essential Logic,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The United States of America,
The Standells,
Harpers Bizarre,
Maleditus Sound,
Marshall Jefferson,
Pussy Galore,
Brothers Johnson,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Lalo Schifrin,
Magma,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Bauhaus,
Harmonia,
Nils Olav,
Lyres,
The Tremeloes,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Reagan Youth,
The Gun Club,
The Techniques,
Ultravox,
The Index,
The Saints,
Arcadia,
Tommy Roe,
Neil Young,
Scan 7,
The Human League,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Beau Brummels,
Blossom Toes,
Sarah Menescal,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Count Five,
Rites of Spring,
Steve Hackett,
Graham Central Station,
Laurel Aitken,
June of 44,
Idris Muhammad,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Lightning Bolt,
Roy Ayers,
Joy Division,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Fluxion, Fluxion, Fluxion, Fluxion.
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.