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 Vanuatu and from Lyon.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 organ 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 The Gap Band to the punk 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 Crooked Eye. All the underground hits.
All Barclay James Harvest tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nation of Ulysses record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 synthesizer and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Swans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Mad Mike,
Flash Fearless,
Kas Product,
Dawn Penn,
Can,
D'Angelo,
Au Pairs,
Thompson Twins,
Anakelly,
Average White Band,
The Names,
Dorothy Ashby,
One Last Wish,
Lightning Bolt,
cv313,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Seeds,
Joey Negro,
Yusef Lateef,
the Swans,
Man Eating Sloth,
Boogie Down Productions,
Second Layer,
the Fania All-Stars,
Pulsallama,
The Electric Prunes,
Man Parrish,
The Monks,
Y Pants,
ABBA,
Brick,
Mission of Burma,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Grauzone,
Boz Scaggs,
David Bowie,
The Remains,
Kenny Larkin,
Colin Newman,
Johnny Osbourne,
Pantytec,
The Last Poets,
Minnie Riperton,
Skarface,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Martian,
Bad Manners,
Zapp,
Joensuu 1685,
Ultra Naté,
Television Personalities,
Hashim,
This Heat,
Robert Hood,
Jeru the Damaja,
T.S.O.L.,
Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson.
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.