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 Japan and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 mellotron 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 Avey Tare to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Warsaw. All the underground hits.
All The Motions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roxy Music 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed & John Cale record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joe Finger,
PIL,
Ohio Players,
John Holt,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Lou Reed,
Harry Pussy,
David McCallum,
Kerri Chandler,
the Association,
Slick Rick,
B.T. Express,
Masters at Work,
Das Ding,
Sugar Minott,
Yellowson,
Glambeats Corp.,
Ronnie Foster,
Sonny Sharrock,
Carl Craig,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Royal Trux,
The Cowsills,
Half Japanese,
Gang Starr,
Warsaw,
Basic Channel,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Gories,
Ossler,
The Blues Magoos,
Rod Modell,
John Lydon,
Babytalk,
Roxette,
The Modern Lovers,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Zeros,
John Foxx,
The Last Poets,
ABBA,
Sound Behaviour,
EPMD,
The Offenders,
Electric Prunes,
Guru Guru,
Rotary Connection,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Mark Hollis,
Marc Almond,
Reuben Wilson,
The Neon Judgement,
Moss Icon,
The New Christs,
Tom Boy,
John Coltrane,
Organ,
Faust,
Goldenarms,
Matthew Bourne,
The Red Krayola,
Crooked Eye,
Fluxion,
Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd.
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.