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 Latvia and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 the Normal to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The Knickerbockers. All the underground hits.
All Roy Ayers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Standells 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 an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 10cc record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pere Ubu,
Tim Buckley,
Deepchord,
Sixth Finger,
The Invisible,
Eric Dolphy,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Ultra Naté,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Gabor Szabo,
Pantaleimon,
Funky Four + One,
Carl Craig,
The Skatalites,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Yellowson,
The Residents,
Echospace,
The Slackers,
DNA,
X-102,
Malaria!,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Crispian St. Peters,
Lungfish,
Wire,
Country Teasers,
Can,
Massinfluence,
The Offenders,
Harpers Bizarre,
Porter Ricks,
Matthew Halsall,
Absolute Body Control,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Detroit Cobras,
PIL,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Public Enemy,
The Raincoats,
Outsiders,
Hasil Adkins,
Roxy Music,
In Retrospect,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Stooges,
Johnny Osbourne,
Saccharine Trust,
Rapeman,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Andrew Hill,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Wasted Youth,
Rosa Yemen,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Desert Stars,
Mandrill,
MDC,
Ken Boothe,
Fat Boys, Fat Boys, Fat Boys, Fat Boys.
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.