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 Palau and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 guitar 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 Minnie Riperton to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Eyeless In Gaza. All the underground hits.
All Marine Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Delon & Dalcan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 a mellotron and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mantronix record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Move,
The Moody Blues,
Fatback Band,
Schoolly D,
Suburban Knight,
Fugazi,
Intrusion,
Soul II Soul,
The Residents,
Anthony Braxton,
D'Angelo,
The Electric Prunes,
Theoretical Girls,
MC5,
Franke,
Skarface,
Harmonia,
U.S. Maple,
Severed Heads,
Jacob Miller,
Lakeside,
Nils Olav,
Saccharine Trust,
Kayak,
the Swans,
Electric Prunes,
the Normal,
Rotary Connection,
Arthur Verocai,
The Sisters of Mercy,
10cc,
48th St. Collective,
Quadrant,
Moss Icon,
Agitation Free,
Eric Copeland,
Youth Brigade,
Kool Moe Dee,
Radiohead,
Archie Shepp,
Ituana,
Peter and Kerry,
The Fugs,
Underground Resistance,
Roxette,
Quantec,
Sun Ra,
Fad Gadget,
The Dead C,
Soft Cell,
UT,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Nico,
Whodini,
Black Bananas,
ABC,
Audionom,
Lightning Bolt,
Erykah Badu,
Hoover, Hoover, Hoover, Hoover.
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.