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 Zambia and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Art Ensemble Of Chicago to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Jeru the Damaja. All the underground hits.
All Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eli Mardock record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Chrome record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
MDC,
Heaven 17,
Reagan Youth,
The Velvet Underground,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Sällskapet,
48th St. Collective,
Television Personalities,
Gil Scott Heron,
Gabor Szabo,
John Cale,
The Leaves,
Urselle,
Simply Red,
The Music Machine,
Josef K,
Gichy Dan,
A Certain Ratio,
Junior Murvin,
Popol Vuh,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Modern Lovers,
Pantaleimon,
ABBA,
the Slits,
Second Layer,
Smog,
Glambeats Corp.,
D'Angelo,
June of 44,
Alphaville,
Ultimate Spinach,
Jimmy McGriff,
Au Pairs,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Mars,
Negative Approach,
Lalo Schifrin,
Malaria!,
Johnny Clarke,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Ossler,
The Zeros,
Public Image Ltd.,
Derrick Morgan,
The Detroit Cobras,
Gastr Del Sol,
Maleditus Sound,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Average White Band,
The Fire Engines,
Depeche Mode,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Bootsy Collins,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Lucky Dragons,
Ornette Coleman,
E-Dancer,
Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish.
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.