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 Paraguay and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 güiro 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 Kings Of Tomorrow to the jazz 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 Be Bop Deluxe. All the underground hits.
All The United States of America tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gories record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Talk Talk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mary Jane Girls,
Gregory Isaacs,
Blossom Toes,
Throbbing Gristle,
Bizarre Inc.,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Porter Ricks,
Blake Baxter,
Bang On A Can,
Barry Ungar,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Dave Clark Five,
Lee Hazlewood,
Grandmaster Flash,
Mission of Burma,
Trumans Water,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Rufus Thomas,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Black Pus,
Drexciya,
Andrew Hill,
Matthew Halsall,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Arcadia,
EPMD,
Albert Ayler,
Pagans,
OOIOO,
Roxy Music,
Erykah Badu,
Tom Boy,
Swell Maps,
The Cowsills,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Susan Cadogan,
Soul Sonic Force,
Scientists,
the Swans,
Connie Case,
Tommy Roe,
a-ha,
Eli Mardock,
John Lydon,
Harry Pussy,
Royal Trux,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Divine Comedy,
The Gun Club,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Gang Starr,
Public Enemy,
The Alarm Clocks,
the Sonics,
Lou Reed,
David Axelrod,
Carl Craig,
The Techniques,
The United States of America,
Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins.
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.