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 Pakistan and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 X-102 to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Kool Moe Dee. All the underground hits.
All Johnny Osbourne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terrestrial Tones 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kevin Saunderson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Funkadelic,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Althea and Donna,
Banda Bassotti,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Wake,
The Golliwogs,
Silicon Teens,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Tears for Fears,
The Monks,
Chrome,
New Age Steppers,
Warsaw,
Swell Maps,
Mad Mike,
Qualms,
kango's stein massive,
Pet Shop Boys,
Minutemen,
Al Stewart,
D'Angelo,
Dennis Brown,
New York Dolls,
Pylon,
Country Teasers,
The Black Dice,
Easy Going,
Judy Mowatt,
Darondo,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Jesper Dahlback,
Flash Fearless,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Television,
Scan 7,
The Young Rascals,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Selecter,
Arcadia,
Marcia Griffiths,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Associates,
Derrick Morgan,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Remains,
The Gories,
Letta Mbulu,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Absolute Body Control,
Fluxion,
Skarface,
The Alarm Clocks,
Glenn Branca,
Adolescents,
Jawbox,
Magazine,
L. Decosne,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Blues Magoos,
Pussy Galore,
Quantec,
Fad Gadget,
Ultravox, Ultravox, Ultravox, Ultravox.
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.