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 Seoul.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
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 Grandmaster Flash to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Moon. All the underground hits.
All Au Pairs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pierre Henry 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Johnny Osbourne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Prince Buster,
Alice Coltrane,
Adolescents,
Black Bananas,
Black Flag,
Marmalade,
Rufus Thomas,
The Grass Roots,
K-Klass,
Danielle Patucci,
Wally Richardson,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Massinfluence,
Roxette,
Negative Approach,
The Young Rascals,
Howard Jones,
The Leaves,
Scientists,
Davy DMX,
Gabor Szabo,
Tim Buckley,
Johnny Clarke,
Spoonie Gee,
Tres Demented,
Tropical Tobacco,
Slick Rick,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Anthony Braxton,
Stetsasonic,
Mr. Review,
Wasted Youth,
Whodini,
Sun City Girls,
Marcia Griffiths,
Joey Negro,
Peter and Kerry,
The Selecter,
Fatback Band,
Nik Kershaw,
Kurtis Blow,
Wings,
The Music Machine,
James White and The Blacks,
Sight & Sound,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
La Düsseldorf,
The Fuzztones,
Oneida,
Grey Daturas,
X-101,
Todd Terry,
Marc Almond,
Minnie Riperton,
ABBA,
Todd Rundgren,
The Standells,
Robert Hood,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Make Up,
Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre.
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.