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 Bahrain and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 güiro 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 Soul Sonic Force to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The Index. All the underground hits.
All Larry & the Blue Notes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every De La Soul & Jungle Brothers 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Blancmange record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Invisible,
Donald Byrd,
Albert Ayler,
Swans,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Count Five,
Byron Stingily,
Grandmaster Flash,
Fear,
The Techniques,
Delta 5,
Ornette Coleman,
Suicide,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Donny Hathaway,
John Foxx,
Pulsallama,
David McCallum,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Deadbeat,
Tomorrow,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Mantronix,
Lightning Bolt,
Ten City,
Charles Mingus,
Wings,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Robert Hood,
E-Dancer,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Joe Smooth,
Black Bananas,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Surgeon,
The Evens,
The Music Machine,
Bobby Byrd,
Sonny Sharrock,
Reagan Youth,
Derrick Morgan,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Funky Four + One,
Avey Tare,
Make Up,
Model 500,
Steve Hackett,
Sam Rivers,
Sandy B,
Blake Baxter,
Cluster,
Crispy Ambulance,
Rod Modell,
Slave,
The Cowsills,
Thee Headcoats,
Moby Grape,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Dave Clark Five,
MC5,
Prince Buster,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Remains,
The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds.
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.