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 Azerbaijan and from Calgary.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Urselle to the crunk 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 Red Krayola. All the underground hits.
All Crooked Eye tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Archie Shepp 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Offenders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
B.T. Express,
The Cowsills,
Skriet,
Country Teasers,
Minny Pops,
Clear Light,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Max Romeo,
Roxy Music,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Beau Brummels,
JFA,
Dead Boys,
Groovy Waters,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Joe Smooth,
Icehouse,
Scratch Acid,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Malaria!,
Johnny Clarke,
Cybotron,
Tubeway Army,
Boogie Down Productions,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Gong,
Ultra Naté,
Shuggie Otis,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Leaves,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
John Lydon,
Cheater Slicks,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Lee Hazlewood,
Flipper,
James White and The Blacks,
Fatback Band,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Moleskins,
Pulsallama,
Matthew Halsall,
Marvin Gaye,
Crispy Ambulance,
the Slits,
Moby Grape,
David McCallum,
Symarip,
The Velvet Underground,
Jeru the Damaja,
Hardrive,
Robert Wyatt,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Scan 7,
Godley & Creme,
Desert Stars,
Peter and Kerry,
Fear,
The Moody Blues,
Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu.
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.