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 Antigua and from Portland.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Robert Hood to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Dorothy Ashby. All the underground hits.
All Altered Images tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lafayette Afro Rock Band 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 clarinet and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tom Boy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barrington Levy,
Royal Trux,
The Invisible,
Bronski Beat,
The Leaves,
kango's stein massive,
Terrestrial Tones,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Drexciya,
Josef K,
Rekid,
Lyres,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Music Machine,
Technova,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Black Dice,
Supertramp,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Kinks,
L. Decosne,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Monks,
The Monochrome Set,
Lower 48,
Monolake,
Pantytec,
Carl Craig,
Boz Scaggs,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Funkadelic,
Animal Collective,
The Young Rascals,
Roy Ayers,
48th St. Collective,
Cameo,
Neu!,
E-Dancer,
Icehouse,
Ten City,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Slackers,
Nils Olav,
Yaz,
Lou Reed,
The Walker Brothers,
Aswad,
Funky Four + One,
Magazine,
JFA,
Kas Product,
Camouflage,
Parry Music,
The J.B.'s,
Scion,
The Seeds,
Franke,
New York Dolls,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Prince Buster,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators.
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.