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 Czech Republic and from Sao Paulo.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Gong to the rock 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 Severed Heads. All the underground hits.
All The Real Kids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every CMW record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amon Düül record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rotary Connection,
Trumans Water,
Y Pants,
Essential Logic,
UT,
Althea and Donna,
Johnny Osbourne,
Throbbing Gristle,
the Germs,
Kevin Saunderson,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Gabor Szabo,
Gang Green,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Johnny Clarke,
Harry Pussy,
Dawn Penn,
B.T. Express,
Matthew Halsall,
The Offenders,
Cecil Taylor,
Isaac Hayes,
Lebanon Hanover,
Dark Day,
Jeff Mills,
Jacob Miller,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Siglo XX,
Lakeside,
Bluetip,
The Detroit Cobras,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
John Holt,
Steve Hackett,
Pylon,
Lalo Schifrin,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Fugazi,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Gang Starr,
La Düsseldorf,
Minny Pops,
The Selecter,
Nirvana,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Angels of Light,
Nils Olav,
Newcleus,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Kenny Larkin,
KRS-One,
Tropical Tobacco,
Slick Rick,
Rod Modell,
Guru Guru,
Sugar Minott,
Lindisfarne,
Neil Young,
FM Einheit,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Kurtis Blow,
The Last Poets,
The Litter,
Black Sheep, Black Sheep, Black Sheep, Black Sheep.
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.