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 Mali and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
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 Don Cherry to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Quadrant. All the underground hits.
All DJ Sneak tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Lydon 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amon Düül II record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grandmaster Flash,
PIL,
Excepter,
Beasts of Bourbon,
CMW,
Nation of Ulysses,
Nas,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Cymande,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Fuzztones,
Sex Pistols,
June of 44,
Chris Corsano,
Lindisfarne,
The Five Americans,
Godley & Creme,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
the Association,
Lower 48,
Gerry Rafferty,
Minutemen,
Q65,
John Lydon,
AZ,
Eric Copeland,
Morten Harket,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
New Age Steppers,
Lee Hazlewood,
Ronnie Foster,
Groovy Waters,
Tom Boy,
The Names,
Ituana,
the Fania All-Stars,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Eurythmics,
Eric Dolphy,
X-Ray Spex,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Camberwell Now,
Zapp,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
FM Einheit,
Terry Callier,
Public Image Ltd.,
Babytalk,
Black Bananas,
Janne Schatter,
Dual Sessions,
Skarface,
Frankie Knuckles,
Deadbeat,
The Electric Prunes,
Kas Product,
The New Christs,
Erasure,
Danielle Patucci,
Erykah Badu,
Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment.
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.