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 Brazil and from Columbus.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 chamberlin 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 Tim Buckley to the rap 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 Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic. All the underground hits.
All Faraquet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amon Düül record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Das Ding record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Banda Bassotti,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Martian,
Eric B and Rakim,
PIL,
Outsiders,
The Cowsills,
These Immortal Souls,
David Axelrod,
Sixth Finger,
Rapeman,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Marmalade,
Hashim,
Barbara Tucker,
Fatback Band,
Panda Bear,
F. McDonald,
Supertramp,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Tremeloes,
kango's stein massive,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Black Bananas,
Scientists,
Symarip,
June of 44,
Andrew Hill,
Franke,
Thee Headcoats,
Popol Vuh,
Blake Baxter,
The Vogues,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Deepchord,
Angry Samoans,
Sarah Menescal,
The Names,
Can,
Animal Collective,
June Days,
Mo-Dettes,
Robert Wyatt,
Sound Behaviour,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Stooges,
Davy DMX,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Harpers Bizarre,
Fear,
A Certain Ratio,
The Dave Clark Five,
Negative Approach,
Bob Dylan,
The Red Krayola,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Freddie Wadling,
Flipper, Flipper, Flipper, Flipper.
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.