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 Uruguay and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in 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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 chamberlin 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 New York Dolls to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Dorothy Ashby. All the underground hits.
All The Beau Brummels tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Massinfluence 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harry Pussy 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?
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Star Department,
Gong,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Terrestrial Tones,
Bobby Byrd,
Camberwell Now,
Trumans Water,
Desert Stars,
H. Thieme,
Harpers Bizarre,
Eden Ahbez,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Derrick Morgan,
Scientists,
The Young Rascals,
Rhythm & Sound,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Throbbing Gristle,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Fugazi,
John Lydon,
Supertramp,
Livin' Joy,
Procol Harum,
Amon Düül II,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Chrome,
Sun Ra,
Grandmaster Flash,
Bootsy Collins,
the Normal,
Eric Dolphy,
Junior Murvin,
The Angels of Light,
Jacques Brel,
Brothers Johnson,
Mary Jane Girls,
CMW,
Rufus Thomas,
Nils Olav,
Roxette,
Fear,
Avey Tare,
Neil Young,
In Retrospect,
Echospace,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Trojans,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Sound Behaviour,
The Monks,
The Tremeloes,
Monks,
Negative Approach,
The Music Machine,
Anthony Braxton,
Bobby Womack,
Black Moon,
Public Image Ltd.,
Derrick May,
A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio.
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.