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 Japan and from Calgary.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Althea and Donna to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 the Fania All-Stars. All the underground hits.
All Monks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nation of Ulysses record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rahsaan Roland Kirk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bill Wells,
Bush Tetras,
Jeff Mills,
OOIOO,
Swell Maps,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Fortunes,
Gang Starr,
Judy Mowatt,
One Last Wish,
Erasure,
Aaron Thompson,
The Dead C,
Eurythmics,
Gil Scott Heron,
Rhythm & Sound,
Marine Girls,
Boz Scaggs,
Max Romeo,
Amazonics,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Martian,
Warsaw,
Mission of Burma,
The Pop Group,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Byron Stingily,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Sound,
Rakim,
Siglo XX,
the Swans,
The Remains,
The Fuzztones,
The Fall,
The Saints,
Bootsy Collins,
Bang On A Can,
Bad Manners,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
John Cale,
Cheater Slicks,
Sound Behaviour,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Rotary Connection,
Schoolly D,
Monks,
X-Ray Spex,
Bobby Byrd,
Ten City,
Tomorrow,
The New Christs,
The Standells,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Smoke,
The Barracudas,
Goldenarms,
Duran Duran,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Slackers,
Ultra Naté,
Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt.
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.