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 Guinea-Bissau and from Woodstock.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Roger Hodgson. All the underground hits.
All Cal Tjader tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Don Cherry 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Con Funk Shun record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Slits,
Fela Kuti,
Y Pants,
Youth Brigade,
The Skatalites,
Andrew Hill,
The Beau Brummels,
Avey Tare,
D'Angelo,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Nick Fraelich,
Robert Hood,
The Moody Blues,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
the Swans,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Cymande,
Eve St. Jones,
Henry Cow,
Gang Gang Dance,
Sixth Finger,
Blake Baxter,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Marine Girls,
Barrington Levy,
Zero Boys,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Gories,
Half Japanese,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
David McCallum,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
A Certain Ratio,
Kayak,
ABBA,
Crooked Eye,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
the Soft Cell,
Todd Terry,
Michelle Simonal,
Make Up,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Deadbeat,
Boz Scaggs,
Silicon Teens,
Desert Stars,
Lungfish,
Skaos,
FM Einheit,
Vladislav Delay,
The Star Department,
Scion,
Gang of Four,
The Knickerbockers,
Pole,
The Zeros,
Todd Rundgren,
Television,
Moebius,
Wings,
Excepter,
Babytalk, Babytalk, Babytalk, Babytalk.
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.