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 Costa Rica and from Bremen.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the oboe 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 Rahsaan Roland Kirk to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Alton Ellis. All the underground hits.
All The Peanut Butter Conspiracy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Delon & Dalcan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roy Ayers Ubiquity record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Liliput,
Judy Mowatt,
Joe Finger,
The Real Kids,
Das Ding,
Funkadelic,
Barrington Levy,
Echospace,
Sister Nancy,
Popol Vuh,
The Remains,
Unwound,
Fatback Band,
The Trojans,
Gang Green,
Silicon Teens,
John Holt,
Josef K,
Rapeman,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Flamin' Groovies,
Boredoms,
kango's stein massive,
DJ Sneak,
Girls At Our Best!,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Bob Dylan,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Dawn Penn,
Graham Central Station,
Sly & The Family Stone,
F. McDonald,
Pantytec,
Half Japanese,
Nirvana,
CMW,
Godley & Creme,
Negative Approach,
The Moody Blues,
Anthony Braxton,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Main Source,
Hardrive,
The Detroit Cobras,
Von Mondo,
Country Teasers,
Avey Tare,
Sixth Finger,
Idris Muhammad,
Cheater Slicks,
Minutemen,
Kerri Chandler,
New Age Steppers,
Parry Music,
The Human League,
David McCallum,
Warsaw,
Smog,
Suburban Knight,
The Cramps,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback.
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.