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 Jamaica and from Lille.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 De La Soul & Jungle Brothers to the techno 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 The Mojo Men. All the underground hits.
All Ultra Naté tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Excepter 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Section 25 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Silicon Teens,
Barclay James Harvest,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Shadows of Knight,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
the Slits,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Soul II Soul,
Vainqueur,
Dave Gahan,
The Neon Judgement,
Marvin Gaye,
New Order,
Cymande,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Amon Düül,
The Searchers,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
These Immortal Souls,
Stereo Dub,
Whodini,
Kool Moe Dee,
Nik Kershaw,
The Cure,
The Skatalites,
Al Stewart,
Isaac Hayes,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Real Kids,
Reuben Wilson,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Avey Tare,
Dorothy Ashby,
F. McDonald,
Electric Prunes,
Cecil Taylor,
Graham Central Station,
Blossom Toes,
Derrick Morgan,
John Holt,
Josef K,
Boredoms,
Black Bananas,
Soft Machine,
Negative Approach,
Robert Wyatt,
The Gun Club,
X-101,
The Five Americans,
Todd Rundgren,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Bizarre Inc.,
La Düsseldorf,
Brothers Johnson,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
John Coltrane,
The Remains,
DJ Style,
Mr. Review, Mr. Review, Mr. Review, Mr. Review.
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.