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 Norway and from Lagos.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the sitar 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 Pierre Henry to the funk 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 Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson. All the underground hits.
All Whodini tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scott Walker record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sister Nancy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gil Scott Heron,
John Holt,
June Days,
Eric Dolphy,
The Trojans,
Thompson Twins,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Grass Roots,
Los Fastidios,
The Alarm Clocks,
Mo-Dettes,
Thee Headcoats,
The United States of America,
Ultra Naté,
Lalann,
Mad Mike,
The Monks,
Eve St. Jones,
DJ Sneak,
Urselle,
China Crisis,
Arthur Verocai,
Slave,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Searchers,
Soul Sonic Force,
Visage,
Brass Construction,
Animal Collective,
The Monochrome Set,
Audionom,
Moby Grape,
The Index,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Sound,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Music Machine,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Crispy Ambulance,
Cal Tjader,
The Star Department,
Boogie Down Productions,
Isaac Hayes,
the Sonics,
Idris Muhammad,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Bluetip,
Crispian St. Peters,
Radiohead,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Rufus Thomas,
Dave Gahan,
Man Parrish,
Radio Birdman,
Aswad,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Mummies,
Michelle Simonal,
The Standells,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Marine Girls,
Lungfish,
Agent Orange, Agent Orange, Agent Orange, Agent Orange.
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.