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 Serbia 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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Robert Wyatt 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 Hashim. All the underground hits.
All Sex Pistols tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eden Ahbez 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeff Lynne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
David Bowie,
Gang Gang Dance,
Alphaville,
Smog,
Pantytec,
Symarip,
Subhumans,
Terrestrial Tones,
Glambeats Corp.,
H. Thieme,
The Names,
Gang of Four,
Silicon Teens,
Organ,
The Blackbyrds,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Leaves,
Bob Dylan,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
the Fania All-Stars,
Letta Mbulu,
U.S. Maple,
China Crisis,
Neil Young,
Derrick May,
Ronan,
Fatback Band,
K-Klass,
Freddie Wadling,
Lightning Bolt,
Infiniti,
Minny Pops,
Barbara Tucker,
Rapeman,
Section 25,
Shoche,
Faust,
Talk Talk,
Youth Brigade,
The Gun Club,
Deepchord,
Dark Day,
the Human League,
The Gories,
Theoretical Girls,
Bootsy Collins,
Desert Stars,
Lou Christie,
Eddi Front,
Cameo,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
John Coltrane,
Gerry Rafferty,
Faraquet,
Supertramp,
Skaos,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Blues Magoos,
Hot Snakes,
Qualms, Qualms, Qualms, Qualms.
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.