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 Dominica and from Calgary.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Radio Birdman to the rap 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 Section 25. All the underground hits.
All Monks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bizarre Inc.,
Susan Cadogan,
Magma,
Mark Hollis,
Model 500,
Arab on Radar,
The Trojans,
Quadrant,
Terry Callier,
The Stooges,
Moebius,
June of 44,
Pharoah Sanders,
K-Klass,
EPMD,
Barclay James Harvest,
Black Moon,
Boredoms,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Sonics,
Sound Behaviour,
Moss Icon,
Gabor Szabo,
10cc,
Eden Ahbez,
Fela Kuti,
The Martian,
the Germs,
Bush Tetras,
Hoover,
Moby Grape,
kango's stein massive,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Ronnie Foster,
The Gun Club,
Faust,
Barrington Levy,
Joe Smooth,
Amon Düül II,
Fear,
Alice Coltrane,
T. Rex,
The Busters,
Basic Channel,
Marvin Gaye,
UT,
Soul Sonic Force,
Pet Shop Boys,
Tears for Fears,
Nation of Ulysses,
Thee Headcoats,
Steve Hackett,
Rites of Spring,
H. Thieme,
Das Ding,
Yaz,
Tubeway Army,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Litter,
Goldenarms, Goldenarms, Goldenarms, Goldenarms.
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.