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 Belize and from Accra.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 rhodes 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 Minor Threat to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Smiths. All the underground hits.
All Popol Vuh tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Adolescents record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roy Ayers Ubiquity record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fluxion,
The Motions,
The Pop Group,
Fat Boys,
Cameo,
June Days,
Al Stewart,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Reagan Youth,
The Fortunes,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Grass Roots,
Smog,
The Golliwogs,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Fuzztones,
The Cowsills,
Fela Kuti,
Sun Ra,
The Wake,
Kaleidoscope,
Basic Channel,
Dorothy Ashby,
Kurtis Blow,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Amon Düül,
Vladislav Delay,
Niagra,
Bill Wells,
La Düsseldorf,
Brand Nubian,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Gabor Szabo,
The J.B.'s,
Little Man,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Danielle Patucci,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Average White Band,
The Star Department,
Mark Hollis,
Chris Corsano,
Patti Smith,
Sex Pistols,
Joy Division,
Lou Christie,
Blake Baxter,
Gang Starr,
The Gun Club,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Outsiders,
James White and The Blacks,
Roxette,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Whodini,
Wasted Youth,
Josef K, Josef K, Josef K, Josef K.
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.