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 East Timor and from Lille.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Scan 7 to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Little Man. All the underground hits.
All Whodini tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Selecter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 chamberlin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brick record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Glambeats Corp.,
Peter and Kerry,
Magma,
Arab on Radar,
the Swans,
Mark Hollis,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
the Association,
F. McDonald,
Davy DMX,
Sarah Menescal,
Accadde A,
Curtis Mayfield,
Grey Daturas,
Anthony Braxton,
The Star Department,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Yellowson,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Dave Clark Five,
Swell Maps,
Archie Shepp,
Barbara Tucker,
Zero Boys,
Warsaw,
The Martian,
Saccharine Trust,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Todd Rundgren,
the Sonics,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
8 Eyed Spy,
Joe Smooth,
David Axelrod,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Quadrant,
Kurtis Blow,
Steve Hackett,
The American Breed,
These Immortal Souls,
Oblivians,
Minutemen,
The United States of America,
Black Bananas,
The Birthday Party,
cv313,
Josef K,
Rakim,
Dual Sessions,
The Count Five,
Piero Umiliani,
Brand Nubian,
Jesper Dahlback,
Thee Headcoats,
DNA,
Boogie Down Productions,
Sun City Girls,
Amon Düül II,
B.T. Express,
The Gap Band,
Q65, Q65, Q65, Q65.
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.