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 Denmark and from Glasgow.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Bootsy Collins to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Mo-Dettes. All the underground hits.
All Urselle tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Country Teasers 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Godley & Creme record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tommy Roe,
Davy DMX,
Pierre Henry,
Crash Course in Science,
Hoover,
Junior Murvin,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Fela Kuti,
One Last Wish,
La Düsseldorf,
Grey Daturas,
Dennis Brown,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Angry Samoans,
Pharoah Sanders,
Popol Vuh,
Urselle,
Underground Resistance,
Alton Ellis,
The Blackbyrds,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Jesper Dahlback,
Audionom,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Black Pus,
Scientists,
Mo-Dettes,
The Smiths,
Massinfluence,
Livin' Joy,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Thee Headcoats,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Detroit Cobras,
Deepchord,
Theoretical Girls,
Ituana,
Model 500,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Nation of Ulysses,
Harpers Bizarre,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
the Bar-Kays,
Dave Gahan,
Thompson Twins,
Aswad,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Lakeside,
The Motions,
Ornette Coleman,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Seeds,
X-Ray Spex,
Janne Schatter,
The Mummies,
the Sonics,
Radiohead,
Pulsallama,
Gerry Rafferty,
Sparks, Sparks, Sparks, Sparks.
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.