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 Panama and from Taipei.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the oboe 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 Stereo Dub to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam. All the underground hits.
All Bang On A Can tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every cv313 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 guitar and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Traffic Nightmare record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Saccharine Trust,
Brand Nubian,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Max Romeo,
Lindisfarne,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Gregory Isaacs,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Gap Band,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Jesper Dahlback,
LL Cool J,
The Durutti Column,
Marshall Jefferson,
Surgeon,
Cecil Taylor,
Bob Dylan,
Brass Construction,
Amazonics,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Smoke,
Tubeway Army,
Maleditus Sound,
John Holt,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Joey Negro,
The Cure,
Matthew Halsall,
Toni Rubio,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
ABC,
The Toasters,
The Barracudas,
Josef K,
Popol Vuh,
Sex Pistols,
Kurtis Blow,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Flash Fearless,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
EPMD,
Wire,
Khruangbin,
Average White Band,
Technova,
Judy Mowatt,
Bobby Byrd,
Funkadelic,
The Slackers,
Bush Tetras,
Outsiders,
48th St. Collective,
Ten City,
Essential Logic,
Bluetip,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Eve St. Jones,
Cymande, Cymande, Cymande, Cymande.
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.