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 Laos and from Salvador.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Tres Demented to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Susan Cadogan. All the underground hits.
All Terry Callier tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The New Christs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scientists record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radiohead,
The Shadows of Knight,
Monolake,
One Last Wish,
The Busters,
Sugar Minott,
Black Sheep,
Kerri Chandler,
MC5,
The Blackbyrds,
Country Teasers,
The Cowsills,
R.M.O.,
Graham Central Station,
Bobby Sherman,
Marc Almond,
Althea and Donna,
Anthony Braxton,
T. Rex,
Josef K,
the Slits,
The Electric Prunes,
Grandmaster Flash,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Beau Brummels,
CMW,
Faust,
KRS-One,
Inner City,
Theoretical Girls,
The Motions,
Con Funk Shun,
The Smoke,
Loose Ends,
Joensuu 1685,
Monks,
EPMD,
The Fall,
Negative Approach,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Tommy Roe,
Ultimate Spinach,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Kinks,
Judy Mowatt,
Maleditus Sound,
Drive Like Jehu,
Khruangbin,
Nas,
Fela Kuti,
Big Daddy Kane,
Second Layer,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Barracudas,
Derrick May,
Amazonics,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Mantronix,
Zero Boys,
Television Personalities,
Unrelated Segments,
David Bowie, David Bowie, David Bowie, David Bowie.
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.