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 Chile and from Winnipeg.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Lyon.
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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the guitar 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 Organ to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Hashim. All the underground hits.
All Roy Ayers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mandrill record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Echospace record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yellowson,
Arab on Radar,
The Victims,
Davy DMX,
Soft Machine,
Lou Christie,
Desert Stars,
Wire,
Ituana,
The Electric Prunes,
Ponytail,
Ludus,
The Modern Lovers,
The Toasters,
Amon Düül II,
Idris Muhammad,
The Dirtbombs,
John Cale,
Das Ding,
Cheater Slicks,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
La Düsseldorf,
The Young Rascals,
Ultravox,
Pharoah Sanders,
This Heat,
Nation of Ulysses,
Skaos,
Lucky Dragons,
Bobby Sherman,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Matthew Halsall,
Ice-T,
Wings,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Fat Boys,
Judy Mowatt,
Susan Cadogan,
Boogie Down Productions,
Public Image Ltd.,
Terrestrial Tones,
Bobby Byrd,
Fear,
Vainqueur,
The Last Poets,
Camouflage,
Mantronix,
Bobby Womack,
The Seeds,
Robert Hood,
Grauzone,
B.T. Express,
The Remains,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Knickerbockers,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Moby Grape,
Pantaleimon,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff.
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.