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 Jordan and from Calgary.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 In Retrospect to the disco 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 The Misunderstood. All the underground hits.
All Young Marble Giants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Charles Mingus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Donald Byrd record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Y Pants,
LL Cool J,
Mad Mike,
Donald Byrd,
The Pop Group,
Infiniti,
Whodini,
Sugar Minott,
The Black Dice,
Country Teasers,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Tubeway Army,
The Busters,
Man Eating Sloth,
Kool Moe Dee,
Bluetip,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Flamin' Groovies,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Rod Modell,
The Zeros,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Neu!,
Cymande,
ABBA,
Absolute Body Control,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Underground Resistance,
Kerri Chandler,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Birthday Party,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
UT,
DJ Sneak,
Traffic Nightmare,
Steve Hackett,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Aloha Tigers,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Arcadia,
Piero Umiliani,
Parry Music,
Quantec,
Marshall Jefferson,
Public Enemy,
Quadrant,
Todd Terry,
Electric Prunes,
Panda Bear,
Charles Mingus,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Desert Stars,
Terry Callier,
The Index,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Real Kids,
The Sonics,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Bronski Beat,
Robert Hood, Robert Hood, Robert Hood, Robert Hood.
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.