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 Iran and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 organ 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 Notorious Big And Bone Thugs to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Lou Reed & John Cale. All the underground hits.
All Buzzcocks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fat Boys record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 Quando Quango record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grauzone,
Livin' Joy,
Cecil Taylor,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
the Soft Cell,
Roxette,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Index,
Flipper,
Lalo Schifrin,
Arab on Radar,
Mark Hollis,
Gang Gang Dance,
Minny Pops,
Stiv Bators,
Bush Tetras,
Oneida,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Sam Rivers,
Judy Mowatt,
Bronski Beat,
Clear Light,
Brick,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Rosa Yemen,
The Count Five,
Motorama,
The Zeros,
Eurythmics,
Maurizio,
June Days,
Crooked Eye,
Bootsy Collins,
Bill Wells,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Quadrant,
Gabor Szabo,
Camouflage,
Amazonics,
In Retrospect,
Eli Mardock,
X-102,
Pagans,
John Holt,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Minutemen,
Mandrill,
Jerry's Kids,
Blossom Toes,
Kas Product,
The Busters,
UT,
Sound Behaviour,
Agent Orange,
Skaos,
Public Enemy,
John Coltrane,
Lee Hazlewood,
Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre.
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.