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 Belgium and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 Minor Threat to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Arcadia. All the underground hits.
All David McCallum tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Darondo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 808 and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lalann record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scott Walker,
Blake Baxter,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Eve St. Jones,
Ronan,
Surgeon,
The Residents,
The Trojans,
Gabor Szabo,
Amazonics,
The Golliwogs,
Skaos,
Flamin' Groovies,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Black Pus,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Don Cherry,
Derrick Morgan,
Massinfluence,
Soul II Soul,
The Stooges,
The Doobie Brothers,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Joensuu 1685,
Lou Christie,
The Velvet Underground,
The Kinks,
Juan Atkins,
Slick Rick,
The Toasters,
Boredoms,
Magazine,
Anakelly,
Harry Pussy,
June Days,
The Misunderstood,
Bang On A Can,
Nik Kershaw,
48th St. Collective,
The Slits,
Gang Starr,
Curtis Mayfield,
Brass Construction,
Terry Callier,
Unrelated Segments,
Crooked Eye,
ABC,
Donald Byrd,
Kerri Chandler,
Shuggie Otis,
Youth Brigade,
Girls At Our Best!,
Sonny Sharrock,
Television Personalities,
World's Most,
Kaleidoscope,
In Retrospect,
The Busters,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Moleskins,
Can,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Scion,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx.
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.