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 Egypt and from London.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 synthesizer 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 Angels of Light & Akron/Family to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Black Pus. All the underground hits.
All Delta 5 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Traffic Nightmare record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 an arpeggiator and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a FM Einheit record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Magazine,
Joyce Sims,
Derrick May,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Metal Thangz,
Chrome,
Michelle Simonal,
Nico,
The Fire Engines,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Yusef Lateef,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Suicide,
Flash Fearless,
Wally Richardson,
The Beau Brummels,
Nirvana,
Alison Limerick,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Ronnie Foster,
Faust,
Camouflage,
Quando Quango,
Absolute Body Control,
Intrusion,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Aaron Thompson,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
John Foxx,
Cecil Taylor,
Rufus Thomas,
Panda Bear,
Deepchord,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Gichy Dan,
Robert Hood,
David McCallum,
Cal Tjader,
Ralphi Rosario,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Rhythm & Sound,
Procol Harum,
Todd Terry,
Drexciya,
Suburban Knight,
Marc Almond,
Moss Icon,
Funky Four + One,
Rod Modell,
Andrew Hill,
Arcadia,
Harry Pussy,
Shuggie Otis,
Little Man,
Colin Newman,
Visage,
UT,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Barracudas,
Maleditus Sound,
Sight & Sound,
Al Stewart,
Goldenarms,
The Happenings, The Happenings, The Happenings, The Happenings.
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.