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 Romania and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 harpsichord 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 Bootsy Collins to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Grauzone. All the underground hits.
All James White and The Blacks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chris Corsano 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a James White and The Blacks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Electric Prunes,
The Move,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Quadrant,
Bootsy Collins,
Sällskapet,
Spoonie Gee,
Black Pus,
Clear Light,
David Bowie,
DNA,
Slick Rick,
Technova,
Fat Boys,
Mark Hollis,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Alison Limerick,
Warren Ellis,
Tropical Tobacco,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Sandy B,
B.T. Express,
The Moleskins,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Offenders,
Drive Like Jehu,
Fugazi,
The Wake,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Cecil Taylor,
Colin Newman,
The Shadows of Knight,
Boredoms,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Bobby Womack,
Little Man,
Q65,
The Associates,
Be Bop Deluxe,
the Bar-Kays,
Dawn Penn,
Lucky Dragons,
The Birthday Party,
Tres Demented,
Judy Mowatt,
Johnny Osbourne,
Sight & Sound,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Lower 48,
Davy DMX,
Bush Tetras,
Derrick Morgan,
Bad Manners,
Hashim,
The Barracudas,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Dennis Brown,
Godley & Creme,
Bill Wells,
Iggy Pop,
Amon Düül, Amon Düül, Amon Düül, Amon Düül.
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.