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 India and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Kevin Saunderson to the crunk 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 Spandau Ballet. All the underground hits.
All Khruangbin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Graham Central Station 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roy Ayers Ubiquity record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Groovy Waters,
Max Romeo,
Camberwell Now,
Grandmaster Flash,
Eve St. Jones,
Trumans Water,
10cc,
Crash Course in Science,
Funkadelic,
Maurizio,
Vainqueur,
Soft Machine,
Jesper Dahlback,
Television Personalities,
Bobby Womack,
Interpol,
Pharoah Sanders,
Lindisfarne,
ABBA,
Royal Trux,
Bill Near,
Steve Hackett,
Average White Band,
The Offenders,
Andrew Hill,
David Axelrod,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Accadde A,
Blancmange,
Unwound,
Sun City Girls,
Dark Day,
the Bar-Kays,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Quando Quango,
The Grass Roots,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Tres Demented,
Sällskapet,
Ultra Naté,
Magazine,
The Count Five,
Main Source,
John Cale,
KRS-One,
Blake Baxter,
Terry Callier,
The Real Kids,
The Angels of Light,
Henry Cow,
Delon & Dalcan,
Reagan Youth,
Stereo Dub,
Pylon,
Pussy Galore,
Neu!,
The Gladiators,
Radiohead, Radiohead, Radiohead, Radiohead.
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.