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 Cyprus and from Calgary.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Sonny Sharrock to the jazz 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 It's A Beautiful Day. All the underground hits.
All Glambeats Corp. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Monochrome Set record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 an arpeggiator and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kool Moe Dee record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Slave,
Derrick Morgan,
Roy Ayers,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Gerry Rafferty,
Groovy Waters,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Boredoms,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Slits,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Pussy Galore,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Mr. Review,
Pantaleimon,
Arthur Verocai,
Sound Behaviour,
Ronnie Foster,
Organ,
The Leaves,
Crime,
Tim Buckley,
The Divine Comedy,
the Normal,
Lee Hazlewood,
James White and The Blacks,
John Lydon,
Drexciya,
Thee Headcoats,
Gregory Isaacs,
David McCallum,
Trumans Water,
Yellowson,
Althea and Donna,
Fad Gadget,
The New Christs,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
L. Decosne,
Section 25,
Rites of Spring,
MC5,
Lakeside,
The Cowsills,
The Alarm Clocks,
Sun City Girls,
Massinfluence,
Graham Central Station,
Faust,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Mummies,
DNA,
Joy Division,
kango's stein massive,
Urselle,
48th St. Collective,
Fatback Band,
Royal Trux,
Black Pus,
In Retrospect,
Buzzcocks,
Minny Pops,
Hot Snakes,
Ludus, Ludus, Ludus, Ludus.
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.