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 Chile and from Hong Kong.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Pierre Henry to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Icehouse. All the underground hits.
All The Busters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Funkadelic 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bronski Beat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joensuu 1685,
Sun Ra,
Half Japanese,
The Toasters,
the Normal,
Barrington Levy,
a-ha,
The Divine Comedy,
Hoover,
Soul II Soul,
Can,
Icehouse,
Ronnie Foster,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Rod Modell,
The Fortunes,
Wolf Eyes,
Make Up,
The Fire Engines,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Jeru the Damaja,
JFA,
Ice-T,
Dave Gahan,
Gang Gang Dance,
James White and The Blacks,
Little Man,
Au Pairs,
Peter and Kerry,
Sister Nancy,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Bootsy Collins,
The Stooges,
Sex Pistols,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Man Eating Sloth,
Crash Course in Science,
Frankie Knuckles,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
LL Cool J,
Cal Tjader,
The Angels of Light,
Chris Corsano,
FM Einheit,
Organ,
K-Klass,
Monolake,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Pierre Henry,
Max Romeo,
Stiv Bators,
The Offenders,
Japan,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Robert Wyatt,
Cymande,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Misunderstood,
Boz Scaggs,
Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal.
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.