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 Congo and from Copenhagen.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Beijing.
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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the 808 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 E-Dancer to the techno 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 Gichy Dan. All the underground hits.
All Lungfish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every R.M.O. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deadbeat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Echospace,
The Raincoats,
Flipper,
Davy DMX,
Shuggie Otis,
The Grass Roots,
Massinfluence,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Dorothy Ashby,
Sandy B,
Hoover,
DNA,
Barrington Levy,
The Detroit Cobras,
Althea and Donna,
Barbara Tucker,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Visage,
Ken Boothe,
Slick Rick,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Junior Murvin,
Black Flag,
Pharoah Sanders,
Sister Nancy,
Iggy Pop,
Joe Finger,
Sixth Finger,
Tubeway Army,
Patti Smith,
Quando Quango,
Technova,
Isaac Hayes,
Desert Stars,
Fatback Band,
The Moody Blues,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Eve St. Jones,
Ludus,
The Kinks,
Lou Christie,
Freddie Wadling,
Stetsasonic,
Piero Umiliani,
T. Rex,
The Birthday Party,
Black Moon,
Brick,
Newcleus,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Sound,
Roy Ayers,
Michelle Simonal,
Audionom,
Intrusion,
Pantytec,
ABC,
The Smiths, The Smiths, The Smiths, The Smiths.
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.