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 Oman and from Manchester.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 guitar 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 Second Layer to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Youth Brigade. All the underground hits.
All Sex Pistols tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Los Fastidios 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeru the Damaja record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Little Man,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Albert Ayler,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Modern Lovers,
The Monks,
Jerry's Kids,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Fugs,
The Happenings,
The Moody Blues,
Tommy Roe,
a-ha,
Man Parrish,
Tres Demented,
Curtis Mayfield,
Grauzone,
Babytalk,
Kayak,
The Blues Magoos,
the Bar-Kays,
The Zeros,
Yellowson,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Leaves,
DJ Sneak,
Urselle,
Nils Olav,
The Vogues,
Glambeats Corp.,
Nick Fraelich,
Danielle Patucci,
Con Funk Shun,
Camouflage,
The Divine Comedy,
Cymande,
Kool Moe Dee,
Minutemen,
Main Source,
Radiohead,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Bizarre Inc.,
Scan 7,
Moebius,
Johnny Clarke,
The Wake,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Ossler,
D'Angelo,
The Velvet Underground,
New Order,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Black Flag,
Minnie Riperton,
Michelle Simonal,
Eli Mardock,
Gong,
Slick Rick,
Brass Construction,
The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals.
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.