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 Japan and from Salvador.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 at the first Suicide 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 Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Procol Harum. All the underground hits.
All Mo-Dettes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New Order 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Skatalites record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gil Scott Heron,
Quando Quango,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Star Department,
Stetsasonic,
Aural Exciters,
Faust,
The Buckinghams,
Gang Gang Dance,
Rekid,
Section 25,
Essential Logic,
Nas,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Minutemen,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Bluetip,
Camouflage,
Gong,
Johnny Clarke,
kango's stein massive,
Stockholm Monsters,
Michelle Simonal,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
John Foxx,
Scan 7,
Dorothy Ashby,
Bang On A Can,
MDC,
Hashim,
Ronan,
Yazoo,
Jacob Miller,
Althea and Donna,
Scrapy,
Joe Finger,
The Monochrome Set,
Alice Coltrane,
Fear,
Quantec,
World's Most,
Agitation Free,
The Offenders,
Jeff Lynne,
Half Japanese,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Yellowson,
The Birthday Party,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Ludus,
Kevin Saunderson,
Rod Modell,
The Stooges,
Charles Mingus,
The Vogues,
Nik Kershaw,
Bobby Byrd,
Eric Dolphy,
New Age Steppers,
Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra.
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.