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 Venezuela and from Portland.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the guitar 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 Velvet Underground to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Gil Scott Heron. All the underground hits.
All Mr. Review tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fluxion record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kevin Saunderson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Leaves,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Dirtbombs,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Misunderstood,
Aswad,
Unrelated Segments,
Ice-T,
Wally Richardson,
MDC,
UT,
Sonic Youth,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Birthday Party,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Gichy Dan,
Crime,
Smog,
Urselle,
Thompson Twins,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Flesh Eaters,
Camouflage,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Lungfish,
John Coltrane,
Nico,
Peter & Gordon,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Last Poets,
Subhumans,
Cybotron,
Jandek,
Lucky Dragons,
Nation of Ulysses,
Bill Near,
Eden Ahbez,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The J.B.'s,
Siglo XX,
The Residents,
Robert Hood,
Kayak,
Clear Light,
Girls At Our Best!,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Second Layer,
Quantec,
Iggy Pop,
X-Ray Spex,
Barbara Tucker,
The Dave Clark Five,
Patti Smith,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Con Funk Shun,
The Music Machine,
Davy DMX,
Warren Ellis,
Terry Callier,
Deepchord,
Peter and Kerry,
The Pretty Things,
The Mummies, The Mummies, The Mummies, The Mummies.
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.