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 Lebanon and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 The Wake to the crunk 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 Peter & Gordon. All the underground hits.
All Lizzy Mercier Descloux tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sonics record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Supertramp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scott Walker,
Rekid,
Blake Baxter,
Rites of Spring,
The United States of America,
Ronan,
Yaz,
Slick Rick,
Toni Rubio,
T.S.O.L.,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Gang Green,
Ronnie Foster,
Siglo XX,
The Slits,
Alphaville,
Grandmaster Flash,
Theoretical Girls,
Lou Christie,
John Foxx,
Ohio Players,
Amon Düül II,
Boredoms,
The Names,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Man Eating Sloth,
Eric Dolphy,
Heaven 17,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Mad Mike,
the Germs,
Sun Ra,
EPMD,
Cybotron,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
David Axelrod,
Anakelly,
Aural Exciters,
Flipper,
The Zeros,
Erasure,
Country Teasers,
The Divine Comedy,
Dual Sessions,
Jimmy McGriff,
Lakeside,
Derrick Morgan,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Gladiators,
Mantronix,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Ponytail,
Soft Machine,
Gabor Szabo,
The Neon Judgement,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Arthur Verocai,
The Sonics,
Television,
Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd.
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.