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 Turkey and from Stockholm.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Andrew Hill 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 Amon Düül II. All the underground hits.
All John Coltrane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neil Young & Crazy Horse record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 a sitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pharoah Sanders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Idris Muhammad,
FM Einheit,
Henry Cow,
China Crisis,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Grey Daturas,
Hasil Adkins,
Skriet,
Juan Atkins,
Charles Mingus,
Dual Sessions,
The Invisible,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Bill Near,
Das Ding,
Kerrie Biddell,
Skaos,
The American Breed,
Jeff Lynne,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Marvin Gaye,
Saccharine Trust,
Joey Negro,
Nation of Ulysses,
A Certain Ratio,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Dennis Brown,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Lou Christie,
John Holt,
Fluxion,
The Mummies,
Steve Hackett,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Radiohead,
Mission of Burma,
Essential Logic,
Marine Girls,
Sun City Girls,
Andrew Hill,
The Techniques,
Ultra Naté,
kango's stein massive,
Supertramp,
Roy Ayers,
Flamin' Groovies,
Malaria!,
Nils Olav,
Chrome,
L. Decosne,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Vladislav Delay,
Wasted Youth,
Aloha Tigers,
In Retrospect,
Johnny Clarke,
JFA,
The Grass Roots,
Aural Exciters,
Scientists,
Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions.
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.