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 Burundi and from Spokane.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Rufus Thomas to the jazz 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 Bill Near. All the underground hits.
All Pole tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Godley & Creme 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 an organ and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Electric Light Orchestra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New York Dolls,
Tim Buckley,
Sun Ra,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Oneida,
Gil Scott Heron,
Saccharine Trust,
Boogie Down Productions,
Bluetip,
Funky Four + One,
Marine Girls,
Deadbeat,
The Birthday Party,
Mr. Review,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
PIL,
Scientists,
The Electric Prunes,
AZ,
The Seeds,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Modern Lovers,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Gichy Dan,
Skaos,
T. Rex,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Move,
Warsaw,
Black Moon,
Ice-T,
Absolute Body Control,
Cybotron,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Flash Fearless,
The Real Kids,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
B.T. Express,
Barrington Levy,
Nation of Ulysses,
Television Personalities,
Lungfish,
Ronnie Foster,
The Blackbyrds,
Mandrill,
Joensuu 1685,
Little Man,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
X-Ray Spex,
Ralphi Rosario,
Letta Mbulu,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Black Dice,
Junior Murvin,
Icehouse,
Radiopuhelimet,
Radio Birdman,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Lou Reed,
Model 500,
Sixth Finger,
48th St. Collective,
Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army.
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.