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 Seychelles and from Copenhagen.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Outsiders to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Sound. All the underground hits.
All Ash Ra Tempel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 rhodes and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rahsaan Roland Kirk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric B and Rakim,
Deadbeat,
Eden Ahbez,
Japan,
Soft Cell,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Rosa Yemen,
Andrew Hill,
Depeche Mode,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Modern Lovers,
Clear Light,
Lower 48,
The Smiths,
Barclay James Harvest,
Gil Scott Heron,
Easy Going,
Oblivians,
David Axelrod,
Desert Stars,
Kaleidoscope,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Jeff Lynne,
Colin Newman,
Second Layer,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Skatalites,
World's Most,
T. Rex,
The Happenings,
Agent Orange,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Peter and Kerry,
Icehouse,
Grauzone,
Skaos,
Negative Approach,
Scrapy,
the Swans,
Mark Hollis,
Aaron Thompson,
Quadrant,
Minnie Riperton,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Mad Mike,
Masters at Work,
Unwound,
Man Eating Sloth,
Buzzcocks,
Hardrive,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Jandek,
Anakelly,
The Toasters,
The Birthday Party,
UT,
Trumans Water,
FM Einheit,
Yellowson, Yellowson, Yellowson, Yellowson.
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.