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 Russia and from Mexico City.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Audionom to the dance 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 Bang On A Can. All the underground hits.
All Soft Cell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Andrew Hill record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Piero Umiliani record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Bad Manners,
kango's stein massive,
Moby Grape,
Kaleidoscope,
Whodini,
Terrestrial Tones,
Stereo Dub,
Pagans,
Wally Richardson,
The Walker Brothers,
Porter Ricks,
Dark Day,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Doors,
Eric B and Rakim,
Jeff Mills,
Zapp,
Easy Going,
The Seeds,
Cecil Taylor,
Jerry's Kids,
Tropical Tobacco,
Metal Thangz,
ABC,
F. McDonald,
Henry Cow,
Archie Shepp,
Skriet,
The Fortunes,
Cluster,
Erykah Badu,
Matthew Halsall,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Leaves,
Sonny Sharrock,
the Normal,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Agitation Free,
Michelle Simonal,
Ultimate Spinach,
Audionom,
Delon & Dalcan,
Brand Nubian,
Newcleus,
The Tremeloes,
Curtis Mayfield,
Quantec,
Sly & The Family Stone,
X-101,
The Black Dice,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Pole,
Rotary Connection,
Junior Murvin,
Eve St. Jones,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Minnie Riperton,
Oblivians,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Index, Index, Index, Index.
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.