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 Solomon Islands and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Althea and Donna to the techno 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 Country Joe & The Fish. All the underground hits.
All The Cosmic Jokers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nils Olav 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 an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Christie record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Khruangbin,
The Cramps,
Can,
Smog,
World's Most,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Angels of Light,
Spandau Ballet,
China Crisis,
CMW,
MC5,
the Human League,
June Days,
Crispian St. Peters,
Johnny Osbourne,
Ultra Naté,
UT,
Isaac Hayes,
Sugar Minott,
Junior Murvin,
The Human League,
Pere Ubu,
Flamin' Groovies,
DJ Style,
Cybotron,
The Doobie Brothers,
Laurel Aitken,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Peter and Kerry,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Masters at Work,
Leonard Cohen,
Schoolly D,
Darondo,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Jeff Mills,
James White and The Blacks,
The Slits,
Q65,
Morten Harket,
Yusef Lateef,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Public Image Ltd.,
Brass Construction,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Black Moon,
Bobby Womack,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Zeros,
Danielle Patucci,
Scan 7,
Robert Wyatt,
Sarah Menescal,
Nils Olav,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Radiopuhelimet,
Reagan Youth,
Hoover,
Black Sheep,
Boredoms,
Trumans Water,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Dark Day,
Tomorrow, Tomorrow, Tomorrow, Tomorrow.
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.