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 Bangladesh and from Winnipeg.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 synthesizer 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 Soft Cell to the funk 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 Oneida. All the underground hits.
All Rahsaan Roland Kirk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Andrew Hill 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alton Ellis 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?
Black Flag,
Panda Bear,
Sonic Youth,
Minny Pops,
T.S.O.L.,
Eric Dolphy,
Delon & Dalcan,
Spoonie Gee,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Drexciya,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Dual Sessions,
Jesper Dahlback,
DNA,
Robert Wyatt,
The Misunderstood,
Bush Tetras,
Little Man,
The Wake,
Rapeman,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Bob Dylan,
Eden Ahbez,
the Human League,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Infiniti,
X-102,
Albert Ayler,
Aloha Tigers,
Derrick Morgan,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Moleskins,
L. Decosne,
The United States of America,
Eddi Front,
Erasure,
Bluetip,
Agent Orange,
Gabor Szabo,
Morten Harket,
DJ Sneak,
Bobby Byrd,
Chris & Cosey,
Laurel Aitken,
The Zeros,
Fatback Band,
The Beau Brummels,
Moby Grape,
Marshall Jefferson,
Funkadelic,
Groovy Waters,
Thompson Twins,
B.T. Express,
Man Parrish,
Black Sheep,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Piero Umiliani,
Unrelated Segments,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Angry Samoans,
Das Ding, Das Ding, Das Ding, Das Ding.
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.