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 Cuba and from Mumbai.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 arpeggiator 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 the Bar-Kays to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 the Fania All-Stars. All the underground hits.
All Peter & Gordon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soul Sonic Force record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 mellotron and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Germs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
MDC,
Scratch Acid,
Yusef Lateef,
Nation of Ulysses,
the Bar-Kays,
Gabor Szabo,
The Golliwogs,
Swans,
Jesper Dahlback,
Laurel Aitken,
The Cramps,
Negative Approach,
Minnie Riperton,
D'Angelo,
The Gladiators,
The Electric Prunes,
Guru Guru,
The Selecter,
Black Bananas,
Kenny Larkin,
The Residents,
Johnny Clarke,
Ice-T,
Cheater Slicks,
Metal Thangz,
The Birthday Party,
Quantec,
Mission of Burma,
Nils Olav,
UT,
E-Dancer,
Fear,
Clear Light,
Duran Duran,
New York Dolls,
Dual Sessions,
Magma,
Tomorrow,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Judy Mowatt,
Echospace,
Boogie Down Productions,
Brand Nubian,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Jacob Miller,
Slave,
Eve St. Jones,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Aswad,
Eli Mardock,
Lou Reed,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Black Pus,
Janne Schatter,
The J.B.'s,
The Star Department,
Aaron Thompson,
Amon Düül II,
Schoolly D,
The Last Poets,
June Days,
Joe Smooth,
Soft Machine, Soft Machine, Soft Machine, Soft Machine.
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.