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 Nepal and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 synthesizer 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 James White and The Blacks to the rock 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 Don Cherry. All the underground hits.
All Yazoo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Absolute Body Control 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Slick Rick record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Moody Blues,
The Motions,
Main Source,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Gories,
Nik Kershaw,
Alice Coltrane,
The Angels of Light,
Sound Behaviour,
Peter and Kerry,
Desert Stars,
The Victims,
New Age Steppers,
the Sonics,
KRS-One,
Quantec,
The Skatalites,
Spoonie Gee,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Basic Channel,
The Slits,
Rhythm & Sound,
Robert Wyatt,
John Cale,
Gregory Isaacs,
Cameo,
Nico,
Delta 5,
Yellowson,
Fad Gadget,
Mandrill,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Barbara Tucker,
Faraquet,
The Move,
Bill Wells,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Black Dice,
Joyce Sims,
Glenn Branca,
Bizarre Inc.,
Jeru the Damaja,
Arthur Verocai,
L. Decosne,
10cc,
The Buckinghams,
Kerrie Biddell,
Flash Fearless,
K-Klass,
Negative Approach,
Anthony Braxton,
The Gun Club,
Magma,
The Litter,
cv313,
Eric Dolphy,
June Days,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Ice-T,
John Coltrane,
The Dirtbombs,
Pulsallama,
Young Marble Giants,
The Happenings, The Happenings, The Happenings, The Happenings.
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.