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 Tonga and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the rhodes 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 R.M.O. to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Television Personalities. All the underground hits.
All Eric Dolphy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Zeros 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fugazi record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
KRS-One,
Gichy Dan,
Section 25,
Bootsy Collins,
Moebius,
Lakeside,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Aaron Thompson,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Sixth Finger,
Easy Going,
Harry Pussy,
Malaria!,
Symarip,
New York Dolls,
Prince Buster,
the Association,
Kerri Chandler,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Ice-T,
Wolf Eyes,
Public Image Ltd.,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Trojans,
Toni Rubio,
Flipper,
Marine Girls,
Camberwell Now,
Quando Quango,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Albert Ayler,
Godley & Creme,
Maleditus Sound,
Youth Brigade,
Cameo,
In Retrospect,
Ituana,
AZ,
The Fire Engines,
Marmalade,
Roxy Music,
Brass Construction,
Amon Düül,
Sister Nancy,
Robert Wyatt,
Danielle Patucci,
Outsiders,
Man Eating Sloth,
Drexciya,
Marshall Jefferson,
Pantaleimon,
Surgeon,
Schoolly D,
The Motions,
Mark Hollis,
Rites of Spring,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
B.T. Express,
The Cramps,
Negative Approach,
Underground Resistance,
Yusef Lateef,
Gong, Gong, Gong, Gong.
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.