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 India and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Jakarta.
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 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 Michael McDonald 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 Bill Wells to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme. All the underground hits.
All Andrew Hill tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Albert Ayler record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 güiro and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Franke record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fluxion,
The Techniques,
The Zeros,
The Raincoats,
Eric Copeland,
Technova,
Electric Prunes,
The Associates,
Arcadia,
John Holt,
Silicon Teens,
Yusef Lateef,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Blackbyrds,
The Gap Band,
Fad Gadget,
Lindisfarne,
Gang of Four,
The Victims,
Qualms,
The Monochrome Set,
The Gladiators,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Radiopuhelimet,
Brothers Johnson,
Kerrie Biddell,
Radiohead,
The Doobie Brothers,
Bauhaus,
Kurtis Blow,
Soul Sonic Force,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Albert Ayler,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Black Flag,
Bootsy Collins,
Blossom Toes,
Alphaville,
The Buckinghams,
The Smiths,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
China Crisis,
The Saints,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Chrome,
Al Stewart,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
DJ Style,
Basic Channel,
La Düsseldorf,
Ornette Coleman,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Underground Resistance,
X-Ray Spex,
Rufus Thomas,
Arab on Radar,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Slick Rick, Slick Rick, Slick Rick, Slick Rick.
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.