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 Kenya and from Bremen.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Scrapy to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Spandau Ballet. All the underground hits.
All Blake Baxter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Don Cherry 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eric B and Rakim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultra Naté,
Eric Copeland,
The Pretty Things,
Au Pairs,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Half Japanese,
The Fugs,
T. Rex,
Boredoms,
Eddi Front,
Excepter,
Eden Ahbez,
Grandmaster Flash,
Sällskapet,
Reuben Wilson,
Darondo,
Eric Dolphy,
Kerri Chandler,
Siglo XX,
Ludus,
Nico,
The Gap Band,
Rites of Spring,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Wally Richardson,
Soulsonic Force,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Martian,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Alton Ellis,
Barrington Levy,
Black Bananas,
Hasil Adkins,
Swell Maps,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Motorama,
Ronan,
Arcadia,
The Neon Judgement,
Anakelly,
Curtis Mayfield,
Cluster,
The Zeros,
Bronski Beat,
Make Up,
The Shadows of Knight,
Johnny Clarke,
Scion,
Morten Harket,
Ralphi Rosario,
Howard Jones,
Deadbeat,
James White and The Blacks,
The Index,
Yaz,
Mo-Dettes,
Maleditus Sound,
The Kinks,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The J.B.'s,
Deakin,
Vainqueur,
John Lydon,
10cc, 10cc, 10cc, 10cc.
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.