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 Montenegro and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Pharoah Sanders to the disco 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 Moby Grape. All the underground hits.
All Khruangbin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Subhumans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 rhodes and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David Bowie record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Brothers Johnson,
Archie Shepp,
The Monochrome Set,
The Pretty Things,
Fad Gadget,
Fela Kuti,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Evens,
Animal Collective,
The Skatalites,
Alton Ellis,
Duran Duran,
Massinfluence,
Lou Reed,
R.M.O.,
Black Sheep,
Newcleus,
Black Moon,
Aural Exciters,
Pantaleimon,
The Techniques,
Barrington Levy,
The Human League,
Johnny Clarke,
The Sonics,
The Remains,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
June of 44,
the Association,
Funky Four + One,
Procol Harum,
David Bowie,
The Residents,
Accadde A,
Lalo Schifrin,
Fluxion,
The Blues Magoos,
Nils Olav,
Dave Gahan,
The Victims,
Gang Green,
Subhumans,
Tres Demented,
Rites of Spring,
Yaz,
Todd Terry,
CMW,
Wings,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Loose Ends,
The Slits,
Amon Düül II,
Blossom Toes,
Joy Division,
Skriet,
Nas,
Unwound, Unwound, Unwound, Unwound.
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.