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 Uganda and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 spring reverb 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 Kool Moe Dee to the rock 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 Massinfluence. All the underground hits.
All Andrew Hill tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Count Five record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 synthesizer and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Babytalk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Althea and Donna,
DJ Style,
KRS-One,
Brass Construction,
Television,
Accadde A,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Maurizio,
Bush Tetras,
Marshall Jefferson,
the Normal,
Oneida,
Babytalk,
Pussy Galore,
The Velvet Underground,
New York Dolls,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
June of 44,
Nik Kershaw,
Unrelated Segments,
Peter & Gordon,
John Cale,
Delta 5,
The Toasters,
Icehouse,
MDC,
Urselle,
Negative Approach,
B.T. Express,
Janne Schatter,
Laurel Aitken,
Ornette Coleman,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Johnny Osbourne,
Underground Resistance,
The Move,
Scrapy,
Gil Scott Heron,
Cal Tjader,
Bill Wells,
Brick,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Nirvana,
John Foxx,
Gastr Del Sol,
Glenn Branca,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Fire Engines,
Arab on Radar,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Residents,
The Mojo Men,
Lucky Dragons,
Excepter,
Suburban Knight,
The Last Poets,
Wings,
The United States of America,
Henry Cow,
Chris & Cosey,
This Heat,
Main Source, Main Source, Main Source, Main Source.
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.