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 Singapore and from Hong Kong.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the sitar 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 Lyres to the funk 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 Flipper. All the underground hits.
All The United States of America tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Happenings record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Evens,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Thee Headcoats,
The Last Poets,
AZ,
Electric Prunes,
Liliput,
Pole,
PIL,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Kayak,
Ronan,
Television Personalities,
Sonic Youth,
Toni Rubio,
Mars,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Don Cherry,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Knickerbockers,
MC5,
Moby Grape,
EPMD,
Black Bananas,
the Soft Cell,
Essential Logic,
The Offenders,
The Flesh Eaters,
Joey Negro,
Jesper Dahlback,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
These Immortal Souls,
Suburban Knight,
Bootsy Collins,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Sugar Minott,
Joe Finger,
Ludus,
The Detroit Cobras,
Q and Not U,
Bizarre Inc.,
KRS-One,
CMW,
B.T. Express,
Todd Terry,
The Names,
Big Daddy Kane,
Sonny Sharrock,
Brick,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Nils Olav,
Mr. Review,
Bluetip,
Fad Gadget,
Morten Harket,
Gregory Isaacs,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Gladiators,
Swell Maps,
Soft Cell, Soft Cell, Soft Cell, Soft Cell.
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.