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 Argentina and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Nirvana to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Fire Engines. All the underground hits.
All Technova tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Model 500 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roy Ayers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Prince Buster,
Dawn Penn,
Alphaville,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Happenings,
Fat Boys,
Max Romeo,
The Last Poets,
Chris & Cosey,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Fela Kuti,
Whodini,
B.T. Express,
Radiohead,
Crispian St. Peters,
Boz Scaggs,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Roger Hodgson,
Alton Ellis,
Scott Walker,
David Bowie,
The Residents,
Marine Girls,
E-Dancer,
Terry Callier,
Public Image Ltd.,
Ralphi Rosario,
Marc Almond,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Amon Düül II,
The Cosmic Jokers,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Cowsills,
Iggy Pop,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Terrestrial Tones,
The American Breed,
The Slackers,
Lindisfarne,
Eve St. Jones,
Radio Birdman,
Letta Mbulu,
Bobby Sherman,
Skarface,
the Slits,
These Immortal Souls,
Albert Ayler,
Juan Atkins,
Silicon Teens,
Clear Light,
Oneida,
Barbara Tucker,
This Heat,
Funkadelic,
Sugar Minott,
Matthew Halsall,
Smog,
Parry Music,
The Fall, The Fall, The Fall, The Fall.
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.