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 Philippines and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Bremen.
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 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 Tom Verlaine 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 One Last Wish to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Fatback Band. All the underground hits.
All Silicon Teens tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Letta Mbulu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 chamberlin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun City Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Bananas,
Crooked Eye,
Bad Manners,
Severed Heads,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Rufus Thomas,
Black Flag,
Godley & Creme,
Junior Murvin,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Donny Hathaway,
Tommy Roe,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Doobie Brothers,
Lower 48,
The Residents,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
8 Eyed Spy,
Skarface,
Cluster,
The Walker Brothers,
The Wake,
The Blues Magoos,
The Knickerbockers,
Throbbing Gristle,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Human League,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Anakelly,
Sight & Sound,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Fear,
In Retrospect,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Victims,
Chris & Cosey,
Fugazi,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Ponytail,
Freddie Wadling,
Mandrill,
Das Ding,
Eric Dolphy,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Gun Club,
Simply Red,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
MDC,
The Velvet Underground,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Arcadia,
The Music Machine,
The Kinks,
Ohio Players,
Nico,
Livin' Joy,
Bill Wells,
Lee Hazlewood,
Babytalk,
FM Einheit,
Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna.
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.