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 Zambia and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 sitar 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 Roger Hodgson to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Sex Pistols. All the underground hits.
All Suicide tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alice Coltrane record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 mellotron and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Association record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chris & Cosey,
Charles Mingus,
Talk Talk,
Bronski Beat,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Reuben Wilson,
Shuggie Otis,
Duran Duran,
Joe Smooth,
Gang Starr,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
T. Rex,
Ice-T,
David Axelrod,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Aloha Tigers,
Bauhaus,
Tres Demented,
Barclay James Harvest,
DNA,
R.M.O.,
Rites of Spring,
Lungfish,
Crooked Eye,
Lower 48,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
ABBA,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
China Crisis,
Country Teasers,
Mission of Burma,
Blake Baxter,
Nation of Ulysses,
Chrome,
Laurel Aitken,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Slits,
Sarah Menescal,
The Blues Magoos,
Average White Band,
Japan,
The Five Americans,
Lou Christie,
Animal Collective,
Mandrill,
Terry Callier,
The Mummies,
Organ,
Robert Görl,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Jimmy McGriff,
Black Bananas,
Stetsasonic,
The Martian,
Desert Stars,
Junior Murvin,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
the Bar-Kays,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Electric Prunes,
Buzzcocks,
Roxy Music, Roxy Music, Roxy Music, Roxy Music.
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.