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 Algeria and from Edmonton.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Lightning Bolt to the disco 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 Oneida. All the underground hits.
All Kaleidoscope tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kurtis Blow record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Donald Byrd record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rotary Connection,
CMW,
Skriet,
Rakim,
The Blackbyrds,
Mandrill,
Hardrive,
Soulsonic Force,
Alphaville,
Y Pants,
Liliput,
Gang Gang Dance,
Swell Maps,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Motions,
Malaria!,
Nils Olav,
Deakin,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Andrew Hill,
Nas,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Vogues,
Eli Mardock,
Spoonie Gee,
Heaven 17,
Rites of Spring,
Blake Baxter,
Cameo,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Roy Ayers,
Black Moon,
Man Eating Sloth,
Gil Scott Heron,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
New York Dolls,
Trumans Water,
Glenn Branca,
The Toasters,
Inner City,
Television Personalities,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Tropical Tobacco,
Eric Dolphy,
Q65,
Technova,
The Velvet Underground,
Au Pairs,
Lou Christie,
June Days,
Blancmange,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Organ,
Rapeman,
The Red Krayola,
Robert Wyatt,
Boz Scaggs,
Joe Smooth,
Crispian St. Peters,
Lindisfarne,
The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers.
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.