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 Ecuador and from Calgary.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 London Community Gospel Choir to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Motorama. All the underground hits.
All Yaz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soft Machine record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pierre Henry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moby Grape,
Terry Callier,
Don Cherry,
Deepchord,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Neil Young,
Basic Channel,
Eurythmics,
Lyres,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
John Lydon,
Tom Boy,
Pharoah Sanders,
Talk Talk,
Altered Images,
K-Klass,
Shoche,
Camouflage,
Animal Collective,
Amon Düül,
the Sonics,
Babytalk,
Sun Ra,
Trumans Water,
Kool Moe Dee,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Malaria!,
MDC,
The Wake,
Boz Scaggs,
Ludus,
The Red Krayola,
Yusef Lateef,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Ohio Players,
Public Enemy,
Cameo,
X-Ray Spex,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Roy Ayers,
Agitation Free,
John Cale,
Ituana,
Gerry Rafferty,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Pet Shop Boys,
Scott Walker,
Quantec,
Drive Like Jehu,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Gap Band,
Q65,
Monks,
Magma,
Carl Craig,
The Angels of Light,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Au Pairs,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Roxette,
Monolake, Monolake, Monolake, Monolake.
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.