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 Libya and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 linndrum 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 Moebius to the jazz 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 Underground Resistance. All the underground hits.
All Procol Harum tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brass Construction 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 linndrum and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boogie Down Productions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
June Days,
Lightning Bolt,
La Düsseldorf,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
One Last Wish,
The Moody Blues,
Peter & Gordon,
The Angels of Light,
Funky Four + One,
The Monochrome Set,
Joe Finger,
Y Pants,
Be Bop Deluxe,
David McCallum,
Accadde A,
Maleditus Sound,
Pierre Henry,
The Tremeloes,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Steve Hackett,
Junior Murvin,
Idris Muhammad,
Jimmy McGriff,
John Lydon,
Darondo,
Zapp,
Gong,
T. Rex,
Arab on Radar,
Pantytec,
Marvin Gaye,
Magazine,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Grandmaster Flash,
the Soft Cell,
Warsaw,
Pulsallama,
Tomorrow,
Camouflage,
Boogie Down Productions,
Guru Guru,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Lindisfarne,
Sällskapet,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Quadrant,
Public Image Ltd.,
Dead Boys,
Suburban Knight,
Ohio Players,
Alice Coltrane,
Yaz,
Schoolly D,
The Stooges,
Eric B and Rakim,
Trumans Water,
Rhythm & Sound,
China Crisis,
Todd Terry,
Sexual Harrassment,
Q and Not U,
Surgeon,
Alton Ellis,
Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II.
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.