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 Seychelles and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 KRS-One to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Neil Young & Crazy Horse. All the underground hits.
All Ronnie Foster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Underground Resistance record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 a theremin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Graham Central Station record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Sheep,
Moby Grape,
Mr. Review,
Hashim,
Swans,
Ornette Coleman,
Livin' Joy,
Ultravox,
Country Teasers,
Massinfluence,
Kenny Larkin,
Pet Shop Boys,
Freddie Wadling,
Traffic Nightmare,
Alice Coltrane,
Byron Stingily,
Scion,
Gabor Szabo,
Harpers Bizarre,
Cecil Taylor,
Camberwell Now,
Television Personalities,
Scrapy,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Arab on Radar,
the Human League,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Slackers,
Kayak,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
48th St. Collective,
Arthur Verocai,
The Misunderstood,
Sällskapet,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Clear Light,
The Red Krayola,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Crime,
Alton Ellis,
Maleditus Sound,
Magazine,
The Selecter,
Supertramp,
Dawn Penn,
Rod Modell,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Pantytec,
Colin Newman,
Black Pus,
The Cure,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Peter and Kerry,
Japan,
Amon Düül II,
The Five Americans,
Joensuu 1685,
Von Mondo, Von Mondo, Von Mondo, Von Mondo.
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.