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 Cameroon and from Delhi.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Q and Not U to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Sight & Sound. All the underground hits.
All Lakeside tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fear record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cecil Taylor record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sparks,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Rosa Yemen,
Funky Four + One,
Bootsy Collins,
The Fugs,
Kerri Chandler,
Yaz,
Archie Shepp,
The Velvet Underground,
Zapp,
Jacob Miller,
Mo-Dettes,
Anthony Braxton,
Rekid,
Index,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Martian,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Kinks,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
New Order,
Slick Rick,
Masters at Work,
D'Angelo,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Gap Band,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Sisters of Mercy,
OOIOO,
Brothers Johnson,
Aloha Tigers,
The Fire Engines,
Janne Schatter,
Idris Muhammad,
Ronnie Foster,
Faust,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Donny Hathaway,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Can,
Shoche,
Gang of Four,
Gang Green,
The Monochrome Set,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Blossom Toes,
LL Cool J,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
AZ,
The Vogues,
Deakin,
Radiopuhelimet,
Cabaret Voltaire,
John Foxx,
Glenn Branca,
Black Sheep,
Nick Fraelich,
Magazine,
Yusef Lateef,
Barry Ungar,
Rod Modell,
Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins.
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.