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 Slovakia and from Tehran.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Lagos.
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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Gian Franco Pienzio to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Colin Newman. All the underground hits.
All David Bowie tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ohio Players record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Pretty Things record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Saints,
Rosa Yemen,
The Mummies,
Hasil Adkins,
The Mojo Men,
Freddie Wadling,
Lungfish,
Intrusion,
The Doors,
Brand Nubian,
Make Up,
Can,
Con Funk Shun,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Sun Ra,
Oblivians,
Infiniti,
Young Marble Giants,
Accadde A,
Gil Scott Heron,
Altered Images,
Man Parrish,
Blossom Toes,
Severed Heads,
The Zeros,
Tim Buckley,
Easy Going,
Tears for Fears,
The Divine Comedy,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
ABBA,
Maleditus Sound,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Chris & Cosey,
New Order,
Funkadelic,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Big Daddy Kane,
Kool Moe Dee,
Eli Mardock,
Drive Like Jehu,
a-ha,
Main Source,
Warren Ellis,
The Beau Brummels,
Leonard Cohen,
Maurizio,
Roger Hodgson,
Fluxion,
Television,
The Flesh Eaters,
Joey Negro,
Section 25,
Bill Wells,
Terry Callier,
B.T. Express,
Mission of Burma,
Pharoah Sanders,
Letta Mbulu,
Sam Rivers,
Unrelated Segments,
Ornette Coleman,
The Standells, The Standells, The Standells, The Standells.
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.