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 Belgium and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 oboe 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 The Men They Couldn't Hang to the grunge 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 Angels of Light & Akron/Family. All the underground hits.
All Scrapy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DeepChord presents Echospace record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Leonard Cohen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Offenders,
Donald Byrd,
Unrelated Segments,
Darondo,
David Axelrod,
Quando Quango,
Intrusion,
Brass Construction,
the Germs,
Q and Not U,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Lungfish,
Rekid,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Albert Ayler,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Public Enemy,
Hot Snakes,
Warsaw,
the Swans,
Eric B and Rakim,
This Heat,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Liliput,
The Alarm Clocks,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Black Flag,
The Gap Band,
Grey Daturas,
Tubeway Army,
Isaac Hayes,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Lalo Schifrin,
Minny Pops,
Alice Coltrane,
Barrington Levy,
Television,
Bobby Byrd,
Quadrant,
Gang Starr,
Eric Copeland,
D'Angelo,
Peter and Kerry,
The Kinks,
Jacques Brel,
Absolute Body Control,
The Slackers,
the Slits,
The Blues Magoos,
Procol Harum,
Grauzone,
Kerrie Biddell,
Lower 48,
Electric Prunes,
Young Marble Giants,
The Cowsills,
In Retrospect,
the Fania All-Stars,
Crime,
Soft Cell,
Spandau Ballet,
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.