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 Mongolia and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Lyon.
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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 The Busters to the funk 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 Alphaville. All the underground hits.
All Kango’s Stein Massive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Black Dice 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 an oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Slave record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Schoolly D,
Ultimate Spinach,
Boogie Down Productions,
Motorama,
Man Parrish,
The Alarm Clocks,
Alison Limerick,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Zapp,
The Move,
Tom Boy,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Lightning Bolt,
H. Thieme,
The Tremeloes,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Smoke,
MDC,
Echospace,
Pole,
Gong,
Lou Reed,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Depeche Mode,
Wings,
Thompson Twins,
Underground Resistance,
Ken Boothe,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Das Ding,
Cheater Slicks,
Fear,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Red Krayola,
The Last Poets,
The Seeds,
The Blackbyrds,
Yusef Lateef,
Oblivians,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
cv313,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Index,
The Misunderstood,
The Zeros,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Rakim,
Dennis Brown,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
AZ,
ABC,
Wasted Youth,
Donald Byrd,
The Monks,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Panda Bear,
Radiohead,
B.T. Express,
Organ, Organ, Organ, Organ.
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.