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 Egypt and from Lagos.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the guitar 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 Funkadelic to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Whodini. All the underground hits.
All Nirvana tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every AZ 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Holt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
London Community Gospel Choir,
Ronnie Foster,
Y Pants,
Man Eating Sloth,
Aural Exciters,
Ultimate Spinach,
Matthew Bourne,
Ludus,
The Moleskins,
Q and Not U,
Los Fastidios,
Rekid,
This Heat,
Pylon,
Infiniti,
Cecil Taylor,
The Golliwogs,
Brand Nubian,
Hasil Adkins,
Mantronix,
Joey Negro,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Anakelly,
OOIOO,
The Gories,
Unwound,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Gichy Dan,
the Association,
John Foxx,
Amazonics,
Marmalade,
Blancmange,
cv313,
The Human League,
Donald Byrd,
Sugar Minott,
Traffic Nightmare,
B.T. Express,
The Remains,
Make Up,
Robert Hood,
Eric Dolphy,
Blake Baxter,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Pet Shop Boys,
Suburban Knight,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Johnny Osbourne,
A Certain Ratio,
Isaac Hayes,
Camouflage,
The Fortunes,
Cheater Slicks,
Moby Grape,
The Litter,
Girls At Our Best!,
Neu!,
Tim Buckley,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Bootsy Collins,
Fear, Fear, Fear, Fear.
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.