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 Manchester.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Henry Cow to the crunk 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 Bad Manners. All the underground hits.
All Don Cherry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hashim 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Circle Jerks 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?
Mo-Dettes,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Arab on Radar,
This Heat,
Johnny Clarke,
The Fortunes,
a-ha,
Carl Craig,
Aswad,
Dark Day,
The Skatalites,
Yazoo,
Jeff Lynne,
Pulsallama,
Mad Mike,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Sparks,
Black Bananas,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Hoover,
Juan Atkins,
Robert Hood,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Stockholm Monsters,
Gastr Del Sol,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Piero Umiliani,
Sixth Finger,
The Doors,
Robert Wyatt,
David Axelrod,
Adolescents,
Fatback Band,
Porter Ricks,
DNA,
Metal Thangz,
Circle Jerks,
Easy Going,
Tomorrow,
X-Ray Spex,
Amon Düül,
Scan 7,
Brass Construction,
Section 25,
Ultra Naté,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
R.M.O.,
Deepchord,
OOIOO,
Theoretical Girls,
Sonic Youth,
Boogie Down Productions,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Eve St. Jones,
The Names,
Sun Ra,
Fad Gadget,
James White and The Blacks,
Man Eating Sloth,
Toni Rubio,
Kerrie Biddell,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones.
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.