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 Nicaragua and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Traffic Nightmare to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Underground Resistance. All the underground hits.
All Echospace tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yaz 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ronnie Foster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sister Nancy,
ABC,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Severed Heads,
The Human League,
Cheater Slicks,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Skarface,
DJ Style,
Aswad,
Grauzone,
Moby Grape,
David Axelrod,
Stiv Bators,
Dorothy Ashby,
Roxette,
Underground Resistance,
X-101,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Neu!,
Supertramp,
Eric Dolphy,
Alice Coltrane,
Quadrant,
Roy Ayers,
The Barracudas,
Freddie Wadling,
FM Einheit,
Ludus,
Todd Rundgren,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Slick Rick,
Josef K,
The Last Poets,
Roxy Music,
Metal Thangz,
Trumans Water,
KRS-One,
Gang Gang Dance,
Suburban Knight,
Gerry Rafferty,
the Sonics,
Lower 48,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Monks,
Hoover,
Lou Reed,
Pagans,
Vladislav Delay,
Mandrill,
Ice-T,
The Busters,
MC5,
H. Thieme,
The Names,
The Shadows of Knight,
Graham Central Station,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Glambeats Corp.,
One Last Wish,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks.
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.