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 Barbados and from Philadelphia.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 snare 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 Organ 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 Altered Images. All the underground hits.
All Ituana tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Move 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neu! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New York Dolls,
EPMD,
The Tremeloes,
Dead Boys,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Techniques,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Doobie Brothers,
World's Most,
Crash Course in Science,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Von Mondo,
Judy Mowatt,
Pantytec,
Laurel Aitken,
Eli Mardock,
Susan Cadogan,
Eric Copeland,
Robert Görl,
The Black Dice,
Con Funk Shun,
Dark Day,
Japan,
This Heat,
Eden Ahbez,
The Detroit Cobras,
L. Decosne,
Bronski Beat,
Letta Mbulu,
H. Thieme,
Max Romeo,
Quadrant,
Hoover,
Josef K,
Tim Buckley,
The Gladiators,
Man Parrish,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Pulsallama,
Malaria!,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Pierre Henry,
E-Dancer,
Surgeon,
Unrelated Segments,
Babytalk,
Can,
Symarip,
The Associates,
The Litter,
Soulsonic Force,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Walker Brothers,
Archie Shepp,
Blossom Toes,
Gang Gang Dance,
Deakin,
These Immortal Souls,
Motorama,
Derrick May,
Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic.
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.