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 Zambia and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 guitar 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 Wally Richardson to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Black Sheep. All the underground hits.
All Television tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bluetip 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 an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Last Poets record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
a-ha,
The Offenders,
Eurythmics,
The Wake,
Arcadia,
Ronan,
The Neon Judgement,
Au Pairs,
MC5,
Kevin Saunderson,
Cecil Taylor,
Underground Resistance,
Section 25,
48th St. Collective,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Vogues,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Modern Lovers,
Funky Four + One,
China Crisis,
Inner City,
Eric Copeland,
Sonny Sharrock,
A Certain Ratio,
PIL,
Moebius,
Aural Exciters,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Ohio Players,
Echospace,
8 Eyed Spy,
Heaven 17,
Charles Mingus,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
L. Decosne,
The Fall,
Newcleus,
Boredoms,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Doobie Brothers,
Aaron Thompson,
Robert Hood,
Main Source,
Janne Schatter,
Fugazi,
The Gories,
The Velvet Underground,
June Days,
Morten Harket,
Los Fastidios,
Symarip,
LL Cool J,
Amazonics,
Juan Atkins,
Lalann,
Circle Jerks,
Trumans Water,
Pere Ubu,
Jeff Lynne,
Talk Talk,
The Alarm Clocks,
Oneida,
Sun City Girls,
Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson.
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.