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 Thailand and from Lagos.
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 Stockholm and Edmonton.
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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the güiro 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 Henry Cow to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft. All the underground hits.
All The Blackbyrds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cecil Taylor record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Fania All-Stars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sandy B,
Excepter,
the Sonics,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Cheater Slicks,
Bluetip,
The Velvet Underground,
Panda Bear,
The Cowsills,
Eric Copeland,
Stiv Bators,
Peter and Kerry,
Fluxion,
Rotary Connection,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Motions,
Erasure,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Tim Buckley,
Drive Like Jehu,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Crash Course in Science,
Kurtis Blow,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Selecter,
Bronski Beat,
Faraquet,
K-Klass,
Judy Mowatt,
UT,
Oneida,
Pylon,
Rakim,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Oblivians,
D'Angelo,
The Standells,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Marc Almond,
Heaven 17,
Sällskapet,
Pulsallama,
Swell Maps,
The Evens,
Urselle,
Public Enemy,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Idris Muhammad,
Arthur Verocai,
Chris Corsano,
Matthew Halsall,
The Monks,
Vladislav Delay,
Tears for Fears,
The Smoke,
Boogie Down Productions,
Agent Orange,
Yusef Lateef,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Buzzcocks,
Aaron Thompson,
Niagra, Niagra, Niagra, Niagra.
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.