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 Guinea and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 Amazonics to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Flipper. All the underground hits.
All Wire tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric B and Rakim 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a London Community Gospel Choir record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Swans,
June Days,
World's Most,
Hoover,
Roger Hodgson,
The Moody Blues,
Black Sheep,
Andrew Hill,
Rakim,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Janne Schatter,
This Heat,
Sun City Girls,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Fela Kuti,
A Certain Ratio,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Funky Four + One,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Red Krayola,
June of 44,
Theoretical Girls,
Derrick Morgan,
Ossler,
The United States of America,
Moebius,
Delon & Dalcan,
New Age Steppers,
Eve St. Jones,
The Sound,
Monks,
Aswad,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Jacques Brel,
Stetsasonic,
Ten City,
Joyce Sims,
Rufus Thomas,
Essential Logic,
Sonny Sharrock,
La Düsseldorf,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
These Immortal Souls,
The Offenders,
Minnie Riperton,
Glenn Branca,
Lalann,
The Smiths,
Idris Muhammad,
Gang of Four,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Curtis Mayfield,
Ultravox,
Q and Not U,
Altered Images,
Minny Pops,
Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica.
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.