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 Niger and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 arpeggiator 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 Excepter to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Outsiders. All the underground hits.
All Spoonie Gee tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cosmic Jokers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a In Retrospect record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nico,
Metal Thangz,
Dorothy Ashby,
UT,
One Last Wish,
Bobby Byrd,
Sarah Menescal,
Scion,
Gong,
Con Funk Shun,
Derrick Morgan,
The Beau Brummels,
Buzzcocks,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Henry Cow,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
A Certain Ratio,
Sound Behaviour,
Radiopuhelimet,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Unrelated Segments,
Carl Craig,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Five Americans,
Shuggie Otis,
Ornette Coleman,
Erasure,
Sällskapet,
Masters at Work,
Supertramp,
Livin' Joy,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Easy Going,
The J.B.'s,
Marine Girls,
Swell Maps,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Piero Umiliani,
Barrington Levy,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Juan Atkins,
Monks,
Sam Rivers,
Delta 5,
The Tremeloes,
the Normal,
Kaleidoscope,
The Gun Club,
Lyres,
Hashim,
Roxy Music,
Nils Olav,
Ituana,
Sandy B,
DNA,
Infiniti,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Fugazi,
Arab on Radar,
Joe Finger,
The Mummies,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience, Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience, Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience, Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience.
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.