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 Congo and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 sitar 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 David Axelrod to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Louis and Bebe Barron. All the underground hits.
All Mo-Dettes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pierre Henry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Vogues record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ituana,
The Misunderstood,
June Days,
Swell Maps,
Big Daddy Kane,
Absolute Body Control,
Nils Olav,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Shadows of Knight,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Brand Nubian,
Avey Tare,
Aloha Tigers,
Godley & Creme,
Bush Tetras,
the Sonics,
Whodini,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Eli Mardock,
Fatback Band,
Aswad,
T. Rex,
Grey Daturas,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Monochrome Set,
The Cure,
Nation of Ulysses,
Porter Ricks,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Jerry's Kids,
The Sound,
The Pop Group,
The Leaves,
Radio Birdman,
Byron Stingily,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Bill Wells,
Warren Ellis,
Joe Finger,
Zero Boys,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Human League,
Masters at Work,
the Bar-Kays,
the Normal,
Freddie Wadling,
Warsaw,
Silicon Teens,
Little Man,
Peter and Kerry,
Unwound,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Marine Girls,
Skaos,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Arab on Radar,
Smog,
Inner City,
Wings,
Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen.
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.