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 El Salvador and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 Holger Czukay 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 West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band to the grunge 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 Joy Division. All the underground hits.
All Marmalade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every World's Most record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Slave record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blake Baxter,
Arab on Radar,
Amazonics,
The Wake,
Jimmy McGriff,
John Holt,
48th St. Collective,
Isaac Hayes,
Toni Rubio,
The Fall,
Kaleidoscope,
Fat Boys,
Mr. Review,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Pole,
Con Funk Shun,
The Music Machine,
The Slits,
Blancmange,
Soul II Soul,
Aural Exciters,
Archie Shepp,
Kevin Saunderson,
Popol Vuh,
10cc,
Crispy Ambulance,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Count Five,
the Swans,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Gladiators,
Judy Mowatt,
The Cure,
the Bar-Kays,
Japan,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Piero Umiliani,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Sight & Sound,
The Barracudas,
Electric Prunes,
Sun Ra,
FM Einheit,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Dead C,
Bootsy Collins,
Warren Ellis,
Average White Band,
China Crisis,
The Toasters,
Rosa Yemen,
The Fugs,
Agitation Free,
Deadbeat,
Alphaville,
Gang Starr,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Al Stewart,
Pagans,
Pantytec, Pantytec, Pantytec, Pantytec.
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.