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 Korea South and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Delhi.
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 oboe 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 The Pretty Things to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Fatback Band. All the underground hits.
All Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-Ray Spex record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aaron Thompson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Birthday Party,
Sight & Sound,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Bush Tetras,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Amazonics,
Bob Dylan,
Pantytec,
Yellowson,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Dual Sessions,
Kurtis Blow,
F. McDonald,
The Names,
Peter & Gordon,
Urselle,
Boredoms,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Monochrome Set,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
48th St. Collective,
Marine Girls,
Lower 48,
Second Layer,
The Skatalites,
K-Klass,
Suicide,
The Golliwogs,
John Holt,
The Durutti Column,
Roger Hodgson,
Half Japanese,
Delta 5,
Marmalade,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Gregory Isaacs,
Massinfluence,
Groovy Waters,
Joey Negro,
David Bowie,
Black Sheep,
Pierre Henry,
Spandau Ballet,
The Blues Magoos,
cv313,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Symarip,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Invisible,
Supertramp,
Jerry's Kids,
Donny Hathaway,
Panda Bear,
Amon Düül II,
The Smoke,
Kayak,
Chrome,
Nico,
Byron Stingily,
The Barracudas,
Blancmange, Blancmange, Blancmange, Blancmange.
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.