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 Guyana and from Lyon.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 chamberlin 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 Brothers Johnson to the rock 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 Soulsonic Force. All the underground hits.
All Alice Coltrane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skaos 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Easy Going record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Drexciya,
The United States of America,
Ultravox,
The Blues Magoos,
Tubeway Army,
Cecil Taylor,
Sixth Finger,
Funky Four + One,
Colin Newman,
Trumans Water,
Ronan,
Quantec,
Tommy Roe,
Dark Day,
Absolute Body Control,
Harmonia,
Bill Wells,
Soft Cell,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Ten City,
Japan,
The Gun Club,
The Black Dice,
Siglo XX,
Radiohead,
Khruangbin,
Gang of Four,
Thompson Twins,
New Order,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
EPMD,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Heaven 17,
The Fire Engines,
Mantronix,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Buzzcocks,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Flesh Eaters,
Sugar Minott,
Brand Nubian,
Swell Maps,
China Crisis,
Severed Heads,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Cure,
Ossler,
Soulsonic Force,
The Evens,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Pylon,
Gerry Rafferty,
Popol Vuh,
The Smoke,
Eli Mardock,
Cameo,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Index,
The Cowsills,
10cc,
Hasil Adkins,
Ralphi Rosario,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne.
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.