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 Vanuatu and from Calgary.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Philadelphia.
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 linndrum 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 Art Ensemble Of Chicago to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Young Marble Giants. All the underground hits.
All Ice-T tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Matthew Bourne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Davy DMX,
Cymande,
Infiniti,
Flash Fearless,
Skaos,
Soft Machine,
Bush Tetras,
Spandau Ballet,
Eden Ahbez,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Stockholm Monsters,
PIL,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Grey Daturas,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Bootsy Collins,
Crime,
Kayak,
Animal Collective,
Mark Hollis,
The Offenders,
Excepter,
Pylon,
The Wake,
Nik Kershaw,
Television Personalities,
The Zeros,
The Vogues,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Alton Ellis,
Man Eating Sloth,
Schoolly D,
Malaria!,
The Mummies,
Alice Coltrane,
Byron Stingily,
Tom Boy,
Aaron Thompson,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Chrome,
Lightning Bolt,
The Techniques,
Unrelated Segments,
Pulsallama,
The Mojo Men,
Lou Reed,
Yusef Lateef,
The Victims,
Bobby Womack,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Althea and Donna,
Marshall Jefferson,
Brass Construction,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Roxette,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Harpers Bizarre,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Magazine,
Alison Limerick,
E-Dancer,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Derrick May, Derrick May, Derrick May, Derrick May.
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.