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 Burundi and from Taipei.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Vladislav Delay. All the underground hits.
All Black Flag tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nico record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Archie Shepp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Todd Rundgren,
Robert Hood,
LL Cool J,
Steve Hackett,
Magazine,
Neil Young,
Scientists,
Scion,
Barrington Levy,
Pulsallama,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
JFA,
Shoche,
Absolute Body Control,
Mission of Burma,
Yaz,
Crispy Ambulance,
Hasil Adkins,
Thompson Twins,
Duran Duran,
Harry Pussy,
Bluetip,
48th St. Collective,
Ralphi Rosario,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Mad Mike,
Minutemen,
Skaos,
Pylon,
Deadbeat,
The Pop Group,
Television,
Sam Rivers,
Terry Callier,
Excepter,
Yusef Lateef,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
One Last Wish,
Monolake,
a-ha,
Newcleus,
Schoolly D,
Oneida,
Tom Boy,
The Smiths,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Gories,
Kevin Saunderson,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Beau Brummels,
The Dead C,
Rapeman,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Chrome,
Roxy Music,
the Slits,
Wings,
The Modern Lovers,
Von Mondo,
The Count Five,
Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy.
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.