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 Madagascar and from Bremen.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Eric Copeland to the dance 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 The Move. All the underground hits.
All Davy DMX tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fall 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Blues Magoos record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Skriet,
Au Pairs,
Trumans Water,
Lalann,
Isaac Hayes,
OOIOO,
Country Teasers,
Radiohead,
Khruangbin,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Bootsy Collins,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Arab on Radar,
Pagans,
Lakeside,
Todd Rundgren,
Arcadia,
Yaz,
Warsaw,
Camouflage,
Eve St. Jones,
Procol Harum,
LL Cool J,
Davy DMX,
Television,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Nirvana,
Gastr Del Sol,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Eyeless In Gaza,
L. Decosne,
Matthew Bourne,
Subhumans,
Stereo Dub,
Swell Maps,
DJ Sneak,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Ultra Naté,
Bobby Byrd,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Television Personalities,
Ornette Coleman,
Minnie Riperton,
Little Man,
Shuggie Otis,
D'Angelo,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
cv313,
Andrew Hill,
Alison Limerick,
Rekid,
DNA,
Japan,
Agent Orange,
Delta 5,
Nas,
The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground.
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.