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 the UAE and from Sao Paulo.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Gang Gang Dance to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Audionom. All the underground hits.
All Roxy Music tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roy Ayers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mad Mike,
Lungfish,
Spoonie Gee,
Au Pairs,
Stiv Bators,
Organ,
Tears for Fears,
Lebanon Hanover,
Cal Tjader,
Roxy Music,
Absolute Body Control,
Bobby Sherman,
The Fortunes,
Alice Coltrane,
Erasure,
Barbara Tucker,
Jeff Lynne,
Kas Product,
the Slits,
Malaria!,
Traffic Nightmare,
Black Sheep,
Aloha Tigers,
Nation of Ulysses,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Knickerbockers,
The Human League,
Wasted Youth,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
8 Eyed Spy,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Whodini,
Marine Girls,
Underground Resistance,
The United States of America,
The Skatalites,
The Remains,
Saccharine Trust,
Lalo Schifrin,
Johnny Clarke,
DNA,
Fatback Band,
Sarah Menescal,
Shuggie Otis,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Hashim,
Harmonia,
Pylon,
Qualms,
the Swans,
The Names,
Mo-Dettes,
Bad Manners,
Anthony Braxton,
Cheater Slicks,
Robert Hood,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Red Krayola,
Parry Music,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Crispian St. Peters,
Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band.
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.