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 Namibia and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Anakelly to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Johnny Osbourne. All the underground hits.
All Johnny Clarke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Anthony Braxton record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New York Dolls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Smoke,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Soft Machine,
Joe Finger,
The Blues Magoos,
Absolute Body Control,
Symarip,
Talk Talk,
Vladislav Delay,
the Slits,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Minutemen,
Cecil Taylor,
Newcleus,
Moby Grape,
The Seeds,
Harmonia,
Bang On A Can,
Isaac Hayes,
Ken Boothe,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Motions,
Ultra Naté,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Ice-T,
Brothers Johnson,
Sexual Harrassment,
Lightning Bolt,
UT,
Derrick May,
Spoonie Gee,
Black Sheep,
John Foxx,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Associates,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Pop Group,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Moody Blues,
World's Most,
kango's stein massive,
KRS-One,
Make Up,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Crooked Eye,
Eric Dolphy,
Delta 5,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Wings,
The Wake,
Joyce Sims,
Ohio Players,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Mo-Dettes,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Sonic Youth,
Half Japanese,
Donny Hathaway,
Television,
Godley & Creme,
Joy Division,
Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions.
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.