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 Botswana and from Houston.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Roy Ayers to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Kayak. All the underground hits.
All Robert Wyatt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crash Course in Science record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 marimba and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Germs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fire Engines,
Fad Gadget,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Moody Blues,
Iggy Pop,
The Vogues,
Gang Green,
Harmonia,
The Moleskins,
Scan 7,
Joyce Sims,
Groovy Waters,
Donald Byrd,
The J.B.'s,
Icehouse,
Marshall Jefferson,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Half Japanese,
Camouflage,
The Monochrome Set,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Isaac Hayes,
Barry Ungar,
Oneida,
Robert Wyatt,
Television Personalities,
Chrome,
Pagans,
The Cowsills,
The Seeds,
Black Moon,
Bush Tetras,
The Dead C,
Bootsy Collins,
The Searchers,
the Sonics,
Traffic Nightmare,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
D'Angelo,
Gregory Isaacs,
Al Stewart,
Ten City,
Deadbeat,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Qualms,
Mark Hollis,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Franke,
Gerry Rafferty,
Rotary Connection,
Babytalk,
Joe Finger,
Laurel Aitken,
Loose Ends,
Absolute Body Control,
The Remains,
Donny Hathaway,
Don Cherry,
Black Pus,
Talk Talk,
Lyres,
X-102,
Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore.
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.