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 Australia and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Edmonton.
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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Slick Rick to the grunge 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 Joyce Sims. All the underground hits.
All T. Rex tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every World's Most 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 spring reverb and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camouflage record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harry Pussy,
Sonic Youth,
Man Parrish,
Toni Rubio,
Erykah Badu,
Cybotron,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
New York Dolls,
Steve Hackett,
Spoonie Gee,
The Barracudas,
Kaleidoscope,
Deadbeat,
The Residents,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Sonics,
OOIOO,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Lakeside,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Sugar Minott,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Accadde A,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Model 500,
Althea and Donna,
The Searchers,
Soft Machine,
Y Pants,
Cal Tjader,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Cheater Slicks,
Tubeway Army,
The Grass Roots,
Rotary Connection,
Nas,
Marshall Jefferson,
Tropical Tobacco,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Music Machine,
Flash Fearless,
The Selecter,
Eurythmics,
Mo-Dettes,
PIL,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Bill Near,
The Angels of Light,
Brand Nubian,
Sonny Sharrock,
Neil Young,
Eric Dolphy,
Sight & Sound,
Byron Stingily,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Con Funk Shun,
Yellowson,
James Chance & The Contortions,
World's Most,
Wasted Youth,
John Foxx,
Outsiders, Outsiders, Outsiders, Outsiders.
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.