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 Moldova and from Spokane.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Bobby Womack to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Smog. All the underground hits.
All China Crisis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stetsasonic 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sarah Menescal record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rufus Thomas,
Boogie Down Productions,
Q and Not U,
48th St. Collective,
The Smoke,
Godley & Creme,
La Düsseldorf,
Sun City Girls,
KRS-One,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Mars,
Pierre Henry,
The Seeds,
Wolf Eyes,
Model 500,
Graham Central Station,
Arthur Verocai,
The Offenders,
Electric Prunes,
Sam Rivers,
Sight & Sound,
The Skatalites,
Todd Terry,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Bob Dylan,
Patti Smith,
Letta Mbulu,
Agent Orange,
The Evens,
World's Most,
Davy DMX,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Grey Daturas,
Los Fastidios,
Drive Like Jehu,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Spandau Ballet,
Terry Callier,
Visage,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Judy Mowatt,
The Star Department,
Janne Schatter,
Spoonie Gee,
Negative Approach,
Black Pus,
Kool Moe Dee,
Public Image Ltd.,
Shoche,
Dennis Brown,
Sex Pistols,
the Germs,
JFA,
Slave,
Liliput,
The Martian,
a-ha,
Crime,
Brand Nubian,
Popol Vuh,
New York Dolls,
Anakelly,
Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan.
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.