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 Turkey and from Paris.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Calgary.
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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the snare 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 Marshall Jefferson to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The Real Kids. All the underground hits.
All The Standells tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Man Eating Sloth 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Can record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Evens,
Kayak,
Wolf Eyes,
The Sound,
LL Cool J,
Magazine,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Deakin,
Crispy Ambulance,
Massinfluence,
Sex Pistols,
a-ha,
X-102,
Crime,
Mars,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Leaves,
Schoolly D,
Rites of Spring,
Yellowson,
David Axelrod,
World's Most,
Idris Muhammad,
the Soft Cell,
The Star Department,
Boogie Down Productions,
The New Christs,
The Trojans,
The Monks,
Kaleidoscope,
Leonard Cohen,
Bill Near,
The J.B.'s,
Youth Brigade,
Patti Smith,
Scratch Acid,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Television,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Johnny Osbourne,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Barrington Levy,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Reagan Youth,
Little Man,
Junior Murvin,
Jimmy McGriff,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
UT,
Icehouse,
the Association,
The Five Americans,
Organ,
Sarah Menescal,
This Heat,
EPMD,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Q and Not U, Q and Not U, Q and Not U, Q and Not U.
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.