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 Malaysia and from Seoul.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 güiro 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 The Sound to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The Tremeloes. All the underground hits.
All The Peanut Butter Conspiracy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dennis Brown record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yusef Lateef,
The Red Krayola,
The Misunderstood,
Surgeon,
The Blackbyrds,
David McCallum,
Lou Christie,
The Pretty Things,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Gil Scott Heron,
Jesper Dahlback,
Black Moon,
Simply Red,
The Last Poets,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Angels of Light,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Amon Düül,
Lower 48,
Cecil Taylor,
Masters at Work,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Danielle Patucci,
Erasure,
Delon & Dalcan,
Skriet,
Infiniti,
Henry Cow,
Curtis Mayfield,
Harpers Bizarre,
Arab on Radar,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Stockholm Monsters,
Sugar Minott,
Nik Kershaw,
Radiohead,
Unrelated Segments,
Tropical Tobacco,
Robert Wyatt,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Dual Sessions,
Rod Modell,
Sight & Sound,
Goldenarms,
Maleditus Sound,
Delta 5,
Aaron Thompson,
The Dirtbombs,
The United States of America,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Eric B and Rakim,
X-102,
The Pop Group,
Minutemen,
Brand Nubian,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Country Teasers,
The Fire Engines,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry.
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.