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 Libya and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Funkadelic to the jazz 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 The Music Machine. All the underground hits.
All The Shadows of Knight tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Monks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a E-Dancer record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Monolake,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Buckinghams,
Marmalade,
The Mojo Men,
Au Pairs,
The Fugs,
The Litter,
Soft Machine,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Ken Boothe,
Electric Prunes,
Surgeon,
the Human League,
The Smoke,
Grauzone,
The Busters,
Archie Shepp,
Make Up,
Moebius,
Flamin' Groovies,
Cymande,
Dead Boys,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Pop Group,
Clear Light,
Man Eating Sloth,
JFA,
Idris Muhammad,
Sixth Finger,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Warsaw,
Bronski Beat,
Liliput,
The Neon Judgement,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Lee Hazlewood,
Parry Music,
Marc Almond,
Jeff Lynne,
Zapp,
John Foxx,
The Red Krayola,
Soul II Soul,
Harpers Bizarre,
Crispian St. Peters,
Gabor Szabo,
Toni Rubio,
Rekid,
Fear,
the Swans,
Faust,
Wasted Youth,
Tim Buckley,
Banda Bassotti,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Q65,
The Star Department,
Massinfluence,
Metal Thangz,
Das Ding,
A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio.
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.