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 Brunei and from New York.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 arpeggiator 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 Electric Prunes to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Model 500. All the underground hits.
All The Cure tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Happenings record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ossler record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Swans,
Pantytec,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Birthday Party,
Pantaleimon,
The Divine Comedy,
L. Decosne,
Sonny Sharrock,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Wire,
Amazonics,
Tears for Fears,
Dead Boys,
The Pretty Things,
Agent Orange,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Idris Muhammad,
Sound Behaviour,
The Kinks,
Massinfluence,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Second Layer,
Deadbeat,
Dawn Penn,
Underground Resistance,
Quantec,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Jeru the Damaja,
Big Daddy Kane,
Junior Murvin,
Prince Buster,
Bush Tetras,
Chrome,
the Association,
Television,
Liliput,
The Five Americans,
Reagan Youth,
Robert Wyatt,
The Raincoats,
Gerry Rafferty,
Bootsy Collins,
Ralphi Rosario,
Organ,
Sexual Harrassment,
Tubeway Army,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Roy Ayers,
Schoolly D,
Swell Maps,
Al Stewart,
D'Angelo,
Icehouse,
The Toasters,
Sun Ra,
CMW,
MC5,
Alice Coltrane,
Thee Headcoats,
Nico,
James White and The Blacks,
The Gladiators,
Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance.
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.