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 Saudi Arabia and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Ken Boothe to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Bizarre Inc.. All the underground hits.
All Lafayette Afro Rock Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Saccharine Trust record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kaleidoscope record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pierre Henry,
The Monochrome Set,
Lee Hazlewood,
Reuben Wilson,
the Soft Cell,
Radio Birdman,
Tom Boy,
Sandy B,
Deepchord,
The Toasters,
New Age Steppers,
Eric B and Rakim,
John Foxx,
Television Personalities,
Steve Hackett,
Gang of Four,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Evens,
OOIOO,
Crispian St. Peters,
Jimmy McGriff,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Mantronix,
The Human League,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Supertramp,
Vainqueur,
Erykah Badu,
the Fania All-Stars,
Soft Machine,
Mandrill,
The J.B.'s,
Joy Division,
Jeff Mills,
The Trojans,
The Gun Club,
Lou Reed,
Black Moon,
Desert Stars,
Wire,
MC5,
Bobby Sherman,
CMW,
The Electric Prunes,
Arab on Radar,
Stereo Dub,
48th St. Collective,
Make Up,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Aural Exciters,
The Pretty Things,
The Red Krayola,
Severed Heads,
The Music Machine,
Suburban Knight,
Bobby Byrd,
The Cure,
The Real Kids,
Joe Smooth,
Kerri Chandler,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Gichy Dan,
Heaven 17,
a-ha, a-ha, a-ha, a-ha.
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.