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 South Africa and from Calgary.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Rosa Yemen to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Suicide. All the underground hits.
All Bill Wells tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Görl 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ajijia Myrayebe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Mighty Diamonds,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Altered Images,
Dennis Brown,
Joey Negro,
New Age Steppers,
Byron Stingily,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Procol Harum,
Alphaville,
Gastr Del Sol,
Arcadia,
The Last Poets,
Letta Mbulu,
Terry Callier,
Mars,
Sonny Sharrock,
Neil Young,
The Zeros,
Swell Maps,
Moebius,
Pharoah Sanders,
Bluetip,
Dual Sessions,
Zapp,
Newcleus,
Sugar Minott,
Los Fastidios,
Magma,
Franke,
Brass Construction,
The Beau Brummels,
The Evens,
Panda Bear,
The Cure,
Wasted Youth,
Animal Collective,
Main Source,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Velvet Underground,
The Fire Engines,
Public Enemy,
Ituana,
Mission of Burma,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Durutti Column,
B.T. Express,
The Gories,
Andrew Hill,
Grauzone,
The Sound,
Tom Boy,
The Neon Judgement,
Organ,
The Real Kids,
The Fugs,
The Doobie Brothers,
Barbara Tucker,
Ronnie Foster,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Fela Kuti,
Robert Wyatt,
Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader.
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.