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 Korea North and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish 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 The Fortunes. All the underground hits.
All Junior Murvin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Hutcherson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cheater Slicks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Monks,
Avey Tare,
Donny Hathaway,
Chris & Cosey,
Parry Music,
Sällskapet,
Ken Boothe,
Pulsallama,
Mission of Burma,
Gang of Four,
Funkadelic,
These Immortal Souls,
Can,
Cecil Taylor,
Silicon Teens,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Tears for Fears,
The Fall,
Terrestrial Tones,
La Düsseldorf,
Vladislav Delay,
Hashim,
Shuggie Otis,
Stetsasonic,
Ultravox,
T. Rex,
Wally Richardson,
Los Fastidios,
Laurel Aitken,
8 Eyed Spy,
Absolute Body Control,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Gap Band,
Electric Prunes,
Wings,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Cymande,
Ronan,
Quando Quango,
The Toasters,
The Doobie Brothers,
Roxy Music,
Half Japanese,
The Shadows of Knight,
UT,
Henry Cow,
The Seeds,
MDC,
Dorothy Ashby,
Letta Mbulu,
Patti Smith,
John Holt,
Goldenarms,
Circle Jerks,
Lebanon Hanover,
In Retrospect,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Brick,
Oblivians,
Audionom,
The Knickerbockers,
The Last Poets, The Last Poets, The Last Poets, The Last Poets.
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.