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 Azerbaijan and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 rhodes 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 Gang Gang Dance to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Fort Wilson Riot. All the underground hits.
All Lalo Schifrin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Moleskins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Spoonie Gee record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mark Hollis,
Aaron Thompson,
The Invisible,
China Crisis,
Albert Ayler,
Alice Coltrane,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Barracudas,
The Gories,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Siglo XX,
Rakim,
Danielle Patucci,
Electric Prunes,
CMW,
Ohio Players,
Max Romeo,
Marvin Gaye,
Black Flag,
Jeru the Damaja,
Gong,
Jacob Miller,
Tommy Roe,
Make Up,
Toni Rubio,
Jimmy McGriff,
Darondo,
E-Dancer,
Terry Callier,
Shuggie Otis,
The Stooges,
Tres Demented,
John Holt,
Erykah Badu,
Fear,
Cameo,
Maleditus Sound,
Faust,
Lightning Bolt,
Anakelly,
PIL,
The Fuzztones,
Fela Kuti,
Anthony Braxton,
The Star Department,
Vainqueur,
Guru Guru,
The Blackbyrds,
New Age Steppers,
Brass Construction,
Deepchord,
8 Eyed Spy,
Television,
LL Cool J,
Bobby Sherman,
Marine Girls,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Grauzone,
Pet Shop Boys,
Livin' Joy,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse.
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.