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 Ghana and from Lille.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Royal Trux to the punk 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 Jimmy McGriff. All the underground hits.
All Kurtis Blow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jacques Brel record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 organ and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Flag record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sam Rivers,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
the Swans,
8 Eyed Spy,
Clear Light,
Sound Behaviour,
Pharoah Sanders,
Idris Muhammad,
Lee Hazlewood,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Section 25,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Leonard Cohen,
Von Mondo,
Smog,
Peter and Kerry,
Laurel Aitken,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Man Eating Sloth,
Urselle,
Althea and Donna,
Blancmange,
Black Moon,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Joey Negro,
Avey Tare,
Charles Mingus,
Bob Dylan,
Glenn Branca,
Radiohead,
Harmonia,
Juan Atkins,
The Associates,
The Dead C,
Subhumans,
Minor Threat,
Joe Finger,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Pierre Henry,
The Tremeloes,
EPMD,
X-102,
Piero Umiliani,
the Bar-Kays,
Henry Cow,
Erykah Badu,
Aloha Tigers,
The Residents,
Mad Mike,
Skaos,
UT,
Malaria!,
Lalo Schifrin,
the Normal,
Mary Jane Girls,
Bobby Womack,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Radio Birdman,
John Foxx,
Stockholm Monsters,
Wally Richardson,
Jesper Dahlback,
Tim Buckley,
Q and Not U, Q and Not U, Q and Not U, Q and Not U.
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.