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 Libya and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Kings Of Tomorrow 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 Rod Modell. All the underground hits.
All Bang On A Can tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Erasure 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neil Young & Crazy Horse record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Yellowson,
Symarip,
The Seeds,
Bob Dylan,
Piero Umiliani,
Ultravox,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Zeros,
Sparks,
Sugar Minott,
Excepter,
E-Dancer,
Magma,
Kevin Saunderson,
Bizarre Inc.,
OOIOO,
Von Mondo,
Charles Mingus,
Sonny Sharrock,
Alison Limerick,
Derrick May,
Can,
Crash Course in Science,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Half Japanese,
The Slits,
New Age Steppers,
Soulsonic Force,
Big Daddy Kane,
Erykah Badu,
The Real Kids,
Robert Wyatt,
Stetsasonic,
Marc Almond,
KRS-One,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Pylon,
Sixth Finger,
The Move,
the Association,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Crooked Eye,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Scan 7,
Eden Ahbez,
Brick,
Todd Rundgren,
Moebius,
June of 44,
Shoche,
Silicon Teens,
Rufus Thomas,
Royal Trux,
Supertramp,
Brothers Johnson,
Nick Fraelich,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Con Funk Shun,
Ultra Naté,
The Standells,
Masters at Work, Masters at Work, Masters at Work, Masters at Work.
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.