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 Uruguay and from Madrid.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 Michael McDonald 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 Kool G Rap & DJ Polo to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 John Foxx. All the underground hits.
All Trumans Water tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fear record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed,
Archie Shepp,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Brick,
Angry Samoans,
the Germs,
Stereo Dub,
R.M.O.,
Unwound,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Sam Rivers,
Isaac Hayes,
Rosa Yemen,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Pet Shop Boys,
Deepchord,
Moby Grape,
Frankie Knuckles,
Glenn Branca,
Bauhaus,
MC5,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Erykah Badu,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Los Fastidios,
The Angels of Light,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Black Flag,
Kool Moe Dee,
Masters at Work,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Soft Cell,
Max Romeo,
Colin Newman,
Ken Boothe,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Amazonics,
Bang On A Can,
Grey Daturas,
Thompson Twins,
The Music Machine,
Eric Dolphy,
The Stooges,
Monolake,
EPMD,
The Kinks,
ABBA,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Easy Going,
Sandy B,
The Sound,
World's Most,
Bob Dylan,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Mummies,
The Misunderstood,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Das Ding,
Motorama,
Cecil Taylor,
David McCallum,
The Mojo Men,
The Fuzztones,
Q65, Q65, Q65, Q65.
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.