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 Mauritius and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 The Moody Blues to the grime 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 The Velvet Underground. All the underground hits.
All Albert Ayler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Young Marble Giants record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a linndrum 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 organ and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ten City,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Smoke,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Kerri Chandler,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Eric Dolphy,
Livin' Joy,
Rakim,
Bad Manners,
John Coltrane,
The Invisible,
The Gap Band,
Minutemen,
Pierre Henry,
Dawn Penn,
Don Cherry,
Sällskapet,
Eurythmics,
Susan Cadogan,
Scientists,
Mission of Burma,
Warsaw,
DJ Sneak,
Lou Christie,
Spoonie Gee,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Tommy Roe,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Glambeats Corp.,
Andrew Hill,
Roy Ayers,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Dave Clark Five,
Junior Murvin,
Robert Wyatt,
Rotary Connection,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Magma,
Mr. Review,
Prince Buster,
Godley & Creme,
Organ,
Blossom Toes,
Fat Boys,
Bobby Byrd,
Sight & Sound,
A Certain Ratio,
Talk Talk,
Jesper Dahlback,
Bronski Beat,
Quando Quango,
Janne Schatter,
T.S.O.L.,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Intrusion,
CMW,
Byron Stingily,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Spandau Ballet,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson.
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.