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 Dominican Republic and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 theremin 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 Darondo to the funk 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 Nirvana. All the underground hits.
All John Foxx tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Whodini record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 harpsichord and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barrington Levy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fatback Band,
Dark Day,
Goldenarms,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Mad Mike,
Circle Jerks,
The Red Krayola,
Index,
Kurtis Blow,
Marine Girls,
Delta 5,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Anthony Braxton,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Don Cherry,
Junior Murvin,
Black Flag,
Grandmaster Flash,
Ossler,
Sugar Minott,
Ohio Players,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Robert Wyatt,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Black Moon,
Tropical Tobacco,
Traffic Nightmare,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Camouflage,
Bootsy Collins,
Crispian St. Peters,
Newcleus,
Kool Moe Dee,
Letta Mbulu,
The Mummies,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Little Man,
Drexciya,
The Cramps,
Big Daddy Kane,
Leonard Cohen,
the Swans,
Gabor Szabo,
The Slits,
The Associates,
Angry Samoans,
The Count Five,
Gastr Del Sol,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Matthew Halsall,
CMW,
Marmalade,
Boz Scaggs,
PIL,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Sandy B,
ABBA,
The Gories,
Bobby Sherman,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
H. Thieme, H. Thieme, H. Thieme, H. Thieme.
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.