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 Jordan 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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the organ 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 Essential Logic to the grime 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 the Sonics. All the underground hits.
All Gian Franco Pienzio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Pop Group record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lafayette Afro Rock Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chrome,
Stetsasonic,
Charles Mingus,
Lightning Bolt,
Henry Cow,
Absolute Body Control,
The Toasters,
JFA,
Intrusion,
Thompson Twins,
Jerry's Kids,
Pere Ubu,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Black Dice,
Rapeman,
Das Ding,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Slave,
Janne Schatter,
the Soft Cell,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Qualms,
Panda Bear,
Arcadia,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Selecter,
Robert Hood,
Accadde A,
The Martian,
Susan Cadogan,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Eli Mardock,
Animal Collective,
Oneida,
The Moleskins,
Little Man,
Loose Ends,
Sällskapet,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Moby Grape,
Eric B and Rakim,
Donny Hathaway,
Black Moon,
Scientists,
Derrick May,
Infiniti,
New Order,
The Mighty Diamonds,
the Slits,
Silicon Teens,
Jimmy McGriff,
James White and The Blacks,
Sarah Menescal,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Index,
The Mojo Men,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson.
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.