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 Bahamas and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Tokyo.
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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the güiro 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 Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience to the techno 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 The Walker Brothers. All the underground hits.
All Eurythmics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun Ra Arkestra 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barry Ungar record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Average White Band,
The Searchers,
Johnny Clarke,
Gang Gang Dance,
Swans,
Todd Rundgren,
David Axelrod,
Albert Ayler,
The Real Kids,
Iggy Pop,
The Doors,
Godley & Creme,
Marcia Griffiths,
Malaria!,
The Golliwogs,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Zapp,
Barclay James Harvest,
Yellowson,
Nas,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Fela Kuti,
Derrick Morgan,
Fad Gadget,
Marvin Gaye,
D'Angelo,
The Fall,
The Kinks,
John Holt,
Electric Prunes,
Tropical Tobacco,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Man Eating Sloth,
Ten City,
Mars,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Aaron Thompson,
The Monks,
Drexciya,
Tears for Fears,
OOIOO,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Index,
Skarface,
Gichy Dan,
Joe Smooth,
The Cure,
Donald Byrd,
Erykah Badu,
Ronan,
Con Funk Shun,
The Associates,
Johnny Osbourne,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Joy Division,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Jandek,
June of 44, June of 44, June of 44, June of 44.
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.