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 South Africa and from Bologna.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 spring reverb 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 Nas to the rap 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 Soft Machine. All the underground hits.
All Lalo Schifrin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scientists record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moebius,
Fear,
Aural Exciters,
Piero Umiliani,
The Modern Lovers,
Thompson Twins,
L. Decosne,
Fat Boys,
the Germs,
Echospace,
Gregory Isaacs,
John Foxx,
Scan 7,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Amon Düül,
The Real Kids,
Brand Nubian,
Groovy Waters,
Skaos,
John Cale,
Basic Channel,
Tommy Roe,
Arthur Verocai,
Quadrant,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Roger Hodgson,
Jeru the Damaja,
Pantytec,
ABC,
Sällskapet,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Star Department,
CMW,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Lightning Bolt,
Scratch Acid,
Bizarre Inc.,
KRS-One,
Monks,
Hardrive,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Althea and Donna,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Pole,
Jandek,
Supertramp,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Mr. Review,
X-102,
Minny Pops,
Funky Four + One,
Fatback Band,
Erykah Badu,
The Shadows of Knight,
Moss Icon,
Youth Brigade,
Lungfish,
Idris Muhammad,
Hashim,
Lakeside,
Altered Images,
Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane.
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.