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 Portugal 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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Electric Prunes to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Oneida. All the underground hits.
All Agent Orange tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Inner City record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rekid record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gong,
Maurizio,
Carl Craig,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Alphaville,
Alison Limerick,
EPMD,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Bobby Byrd,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
the Germs,
Parry Music,
Lightning Bolt,
The Skatalites,
Metal Thangz,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Fatback Band,
The Residents,
The Five Americans,
10cc,
Quantec,
Bootsy Collins,
The Searchers,
Sällskapet,
Eric Copeland,
Japan,
Rites of Spring,
Erykah Badu,
The Busters,
The Walker Brothers,
Delta 5,
Stockholm Monsters,
Dual Sessions,
The Tremeloes,
Stetsasonic,
June Days,
Boz Scaggs,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Flesh Eaters,
Nico,
Todd Rundgren,
Underground Resistance,
Swell Maps,
the Slits,
Tropical Tobacco,
Easy Going,
David McCallum,
Lyres,
Albert Ayler,
Supertramp,
Fad Gadget,
Thee Headcoats,
Pantytec,
China Crisis,
Brand Nubian,
Henry Cow,
DJ Sneak,
Freddie Wadling,
Little Man,
The Vogues,
Fat Boys,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra.
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.