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 Guatemala and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 Rakim to the grunge 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 Bill Wells. All the underground hits.
All Royal Trux tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric Dolphy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 spring reverb and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Echo & the Bunnymen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gap Band,
Funkadelic,
Laurel Aitken,
Gerry Rafferty,
Aural Exciters,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
China Crisis,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Lower 48,
Groovy Waters,
Hasil Adkins,
Glenn Branca,
Delta 5,
The Blues Magoos,
AZ,
Kaleidoscope,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Livin' Joy,
a-ha,
Nick Fraelich,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Swell Maps,
Sister Nancy,
Henry Cow,
Minnie Riperton,
Joy Division,
Man Parrish,
Albert Ayler,
Carl Craig,
The Five Americans,
Pierre Henry,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Goldenarms,
Eve St. Jones,
the Association,
Skaos,
Ultimate Spinach,
Moss Icon,
The Searchers,
The Fuzztones,
DNA,
Anthony Braxton,
The Durutti Column,
Wolf Eyes,
Q65,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Organ,
Bobbi Humphrey,
New Order,
DJ Style,
Wasted Youth,
Niagra,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Accadde A,
Yellowson,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Quantec,
The Evens,
Vainqueur,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Bauhaus,
The Fortunes,
Agent Orange, Agent Orange, Agent Orange, Agent Orange.
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.