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 Greece and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Nico 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 Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Easy Going record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Starr record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Erykah Badu,
Radiohead,
Ultimate Spinach,
Kerri Chandler,
Wings,
Yusef Lateef,
Bronski Beat,
kango's stein massive,
Bobby Womack,
Lindisfarne,
Tres Demented,
Public Image Ltd.,
Ultra Naté,
Easy Going,
The Standells,
The Vogues,
Dennis Brown,
Eric Dolphy,
In Retrospect,
Sun Ra,
Sexual Harrassment,
Junior Murvin,
Crooked Eye,
The Last Poets,
The Tremeloes,
Crime,
Camberwell Now,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Saccharine Trust,
The Wake,
Amon Düül II,
Archie Shepp,
Fela Kuti,
Siglo XX,
Heaven 17,
Derrick May,
The Fuzztones,
Kool Moe Dee,
Bluetip,
Urselle,
The Dirtbombs,
The Gun Club,
Scrapy,
Joyce Sims,
Brand Nubian,
Nik Kershaw,
World's Most,
Amon Düül,
Quadrant,
Grauzone,
Bauhaus,
E-Dancer,
Nils Olav,
Charles Mingus,
The Litter,
Henry Cow,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Invisible,
Morten Harket,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Move, The Move, The Move, The Move.
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.