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 Mexico and from Calgary.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the theremin 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 Gap Band to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Offenders. All the underground hits.
All Dawn Penn tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gong record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joy Division record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marshall Jefferson,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Five Americans,
Brand Nubian,
Unwound,
The Seeds,
Tommy Roe,
Saccharine Trust,
Intrusion,
Ituana,
Marvin Gaye,
Gang Starr,
Dennis Brown,
Organ,
Ice-T,
Sunsets and Hearts,
cv313,
The Skatalites,
Charles Mingus,
Cameo,
Derrick Morgan,
Darondo,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Kenny Larkin,
Kas Product,
Animal Collective,
Essential Logic,
Harpers Bizarre,
Yazoo,
Bush Tetras,
Isaac Hayes,
Big Daddy Kane,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Saints,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Pagans,
The Toasters,
Youth Brigade,
Suicide,
Curtis Mayfield,
Clear Light,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Count Five,
The Last Poets,
The Gap Band,
Q65,
Kaleidoscope,
X-101,
Jesper Dahlback,
Wolf Eyes,
The Moleskins,
The Durutti Column,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Josef K,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Stetsasonic,
Main Source,
Duran Duran,
One Last Wish,
X-Ray Spex,
The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds.
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.