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 Solomon Islands and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 harpsichord 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 Soul Sonic Force to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Sight & Sound. All the underground hits.
All The Moody Blues tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kings Of Tomorrow 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 clarinet and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flash Fearless record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brass Construction,
Model 500,
The Trojans,
Amon Düül,
Barbara Tucker,
Wings,
Warren Ellis,
It's A Beautiful Day,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Hardrive,
Con Funk Shun,
Infiniti,
Prince Buster,
Roxette,
The Tremeloes,
Visage,
Ponytail,
Joey Negro,
Make Up,
Gong,
Fear,
Grandmaster Flash,
Peter and Kerry,
Loose Ends,
Sparks,
June of 44,
Index,
Tubeway Army,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Scion,
Don Cherry,
the Association,
Pylon,
Motorama,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Metal Thangz,
Cluster,
The Blackbyrds,
Anakelly,
Sällskapet,
Eli Mardock,
Audionom,
Agitation Free,
Joe Finger,
Excepter,
Chris Corsano,
Kevin Saunderson,
Sixth Finger,
The Fire Engines,
Barrington Levy,
The Techniques,
Eurythmics,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Lungfish,
A Certain Ratio,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Patti Smith,
Yellowson,
The Neon Judgement,
Nas,
Sun City Girls,
the Germs, the Germs, the Germs, the Germs.
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.