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 Guinea and from Lagos.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Brick to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Curtis Mayfield. All the underground hits.
All Mr. Review tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Babytalk record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Chris & Cosey record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ten City,
The Mummies,
Brand Nubian,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Scion,
Essential Logic,
Reagan Youth,
Junior Murvin,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Man Parrish,
Pere Ubu,
June of 44,
Jeff Mills,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Adolescents,
Lalo Schifrin,
Ultimate Spinach,
John Holt,
Dark Day,
Delta 5,
The Last Poets,
Quando Quango,
Skriet,
Andrew Hill,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
EPMD,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
China Crisis,
the Association,
Unrelated Segments,
Juan Atkins,
Bobby Sherman,
cv313,
Scrapy,
The Standells,
Kenny Larkin,
Black Pus,
Trumans Water,
Angry Samoans,
New York Dolls,
Ludus,
Bauhaus,
The Index,
Bobby Womack,
Aaron Thompson,
Heaven 17,
Man Eating Sloth,
Public Image Ltd.,
Harpers Bizarre,
Pole,
Scan 7,
The Fire Engines,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Minutemen,
Gang Starr,
Rotary Connection,
The Misunderstood,
Amon Düül,
Crime,
Eden Ahbez,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Blackbyrds,
Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs.
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.