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 Sri Lanka and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
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 Echospace to the funk 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 Livin' Joy. All the underground hits.
All Blossom Toes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rod Modell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kerri Chandler,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Index,
Josef K,
Joey Negro,
Man Parrish,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Bronski Beat,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Skarface,
Pantytec,
Joy Division,
MC5,
Public Enemy,
Pere Ubu,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Beau Brummels,
Bobby Byrd,
Metal Thangz,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Cramps,
Soulsonic Force,
June of 44,
Pole,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Rosa Yemen,
DJ Sneak,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Little Man,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Minny Pops,
Sixth Finger,
Marmalade,
Sandy B,
Liliput,
L. Decosne,
Khruangbin,
The Mojo Men,
The Seeds,
Drive Like Jehu,
Boogie Down Productions,
Jimmy McGriff,
Unwound,
Symarip,
Grauzone,
Eurythmics,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Remains,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Knickerbockers,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Mad Mike,
John Coltrane,
Funky Four + One,
The Busters,
Eddi Front,
David Bowie,
Matthew Bourne,
R.M.O.,
Juan Atkins,
Lyres, Lyres, Lyres, Lyres.
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.