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 Nicaragua and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 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 Bill Wells to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Ultravox. All the underground hits.
All The Leaves tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Country Joe & The Fish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quando Quango,
Bill Near,
Ice-T,
Section 25,
T. Rex,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Offenders,
Jeru the Damaja,
Simply Red,
The Zeros,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Grandmaster Flash,
Grey Daturas,
JFA,
Kevin Saunderson,
Prince Buster,
Gang Green,
Nik Kershaw,
Cybotron,
X-102,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Dead C,
The Toasters,
the Germs,
The Tremeloes,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Agitation Free,
AZ,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Q and Not U,
Lalann,
KRS-One,
Lou Christie,
The Leaves,
Sight & Sound,
Jandek,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Lungfish,
Darondo,
Colin Newman,
DJ Style,
Todd Rundgren,
The Knickerbockers,
Joe Finger,
U.S. Maple,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Sparks,
The Evens,
The Velvet Underground,
The Shadows of Knight,
Bang On A Can,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Mojo Men,
Yusef Lateef,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Magma,
Accadde A,
Flash Fearless,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Graham Central Station,
Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock.
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.