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 Bhutan and from Tokyo.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Anthony Braxton 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 Faraquet. All the underground hits.
All Swans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Donald Byrd 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun Ra Arkestra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sexual Harrassment,
Moby Grape,
Isaac Hayes,
Pussy Galore,
Soft Cell,
Quando Quango,
The Angels of Light,
Erykah Badu,
The Pop Group,
F. McDonald,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Gladiators,
The Moleskins,
Warsaw,
The Motions,
Surgeon,
Carl Craig,
X-Ray Spex,
Joe Smooth,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Janne Schatter,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Jerry's Kids,
Lindisfarne,
Sun City Girls,
The Move,
Piero Umiliani,
Silicon Teens,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Juan Atkins,
Von Mondo,
Intrusion,
Fugazi,
Joy Division,
Warren Ellis,
Pet Shop Boys,
the Germs,
Junior Murvin,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Real Kids,
Girls At Our Best!,
James White and The Blacks,
Pagans,
Roxette,
Eden Ahbez,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Sonics,
Lee Hazlewood,
Flipper,
The Fall,
The Barracudas,
The Durutti Column,
The Searchers,
Metal Thangz,
Massinfluence,
FM Einheit,
Bootsy Collins,
Arab on Radar,
Crispy Ambulance,
Dual Sessions,
R.M.O.,
Aloha Tigers,
Fear, Fear, Fear, Fear.
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.