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 United Kingdom and from Woodstock.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Donny Hathaway to the grunge 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 Lafayette Afro Rock Band. All the underground hits.
All Simply Red tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wire 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scientists record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moby Grape,
UT,
Scientists,
Desert Stars,
The Searchers,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Victims,
The Pop Group,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Hashim,
MDC,
Talk Talk,
EPMD,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Fire Engines,
Alphaville,
Simply Red,
Thee Headcoats,
Althea and Donna,
Brothers Johnson,
Rapeman,
The Invisible,
Connie Case,
Robert Hood,
Goldenarms,
the Germs,
Funky Four + One,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Masters at Work,
Juan Atkins,
Zero Boys,
Absolute Body Control,
The Buckinghams,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Pole,
Boredoms,
H. Thieme,
Excepter,
Sound Behaviour,
Scion,
Youth Brigade,
Gregory Isaacs,
Dorothy Ashby,
Sam Rivers,
New Order,
Tubeway Army,
The Residents,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Johnny Osbourne,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Moleskins,
The Sonics,
Second Layer,
The Toasters,
Model 500,
Chris Corsano,
Joe Smooth,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Janne Schatter,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
DNA,
Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments.
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.