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 Sierra Leone and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 Lou Reed 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 The Pop Group to the grunge 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 Rosa Yemen. All the underground hits.
All Mark Hollis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeru the Damaja 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Motorama,
Livin' Joy,
The United States of America,
Intrusion,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Aswad,
In Retrospect,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Faraquet,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Donald Byrd,
Joe Smooth,
Little Man,
The Electric Prunes,
Von Mondo,
T. Rex,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
John Lydon,
The Five Americans,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Nation of Ulysses,
David Axelrod,
Jawbox,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Stooges,
June of 44,
Clear Light,
Young Marble Giants,
Rapeman,
Amon Düül II,
The J.B.'s,
Jeff Lynne,
Inner City,
The Associates,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Mission of Burma,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Lakeside,
Morten Harket,
Roy Ayers,
Slick Rick,
Mary Jane Girls,
Make Up,
Anthony Braxton,
The Motions,
Tres Demented,
Underground Resistance,
Infiniti,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Pagans,
Harry Pussy,
Marcia Griffiths,
Peter and Kerry,
The Human League,
Vainqueur,
Boogie Down Productions,
X-Ray Spex,
Bobby Byrd,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Beau Brummels,
Davy DMX,
Avey Tare,
Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith.
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.