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 Lesotho and from Edmonton.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 rhodes 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 Bobby Womack to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Altered Images. All the underground hits.
All Angels of Light & Akron/Family tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Easy Going record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rufus Thomas,
Lyres,
X-101,
The Doors,
Chris Corsano,
Drexciya,
La Düsseldorf,
The Kinks,
Television Personalities,
The Slits,
Ponytail,
Graham Central Station,
The Angels of Light,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Popol Vuh,
The Moleskins,
Barclay James Harvest,
Joe Finger,
Joensuu 1685,
Alton Ellis,
Camouflage,
Siglo XX,
The Human League,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Gang Green,
The Monochrome Set,
the Germs,
Crooked Eye,
Lee Hazlewood,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Harpers Bizarre,
Ituana,
the Swans,
The Searchers,
Lakeside,
Sällskapet,
Joe Smooth,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Mo-Dettes,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Remains,
Rhythm & Sound,
A Certain Ratio,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Tears for Fears,
Dave Gahan,
Simply Red,
Tubeway Army,
Arthur Verocai,
Eurythmics,
Hashim,
Godley & Creme,
The Seeds,
Minutemen,
Fifty Foot Hose,
James White and The Blacks,
Porter Ricks,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
D'Angelo,
Mary Jane Girls,
Crash Course in Science,
Fad Gadget,
Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane.
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.