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 South Sudan and from Seoul.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Hong Kong.
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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Vogues to the jazz 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 Crispy Ambulance. All the underground hits.
All Strawberry Alarm Clock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eric Dolphy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ohio Players,
Grandmaster Flash,
B.T. Express,
New Age Steppers,
Charles Mingus,
Shuggie Otis,
Agent Orange,
Danielle Patucci,
Shoche,
Scrapy,
Marine Girls,
JFA,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
LL Cool J,
Dual Sessions,
The Neon Judgement,
Loose Ends,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
China Crisis,
Alphaville,
The Cowsills,
Toni Rubio,
The Knickerbockers,
ABBA,
Deadbeat,
Pharoah Sanders,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Fortunes,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Janne Schatter,
Vladislav Delay,
The Grass Roots,
David Bowie,
Spandau Ballet,
Todd Rundgren,
Suicide,
8 Eyed Spy,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Vainqueur,
The Evens,
Sun Ra,
Wasted Youth,
Kevin Saunderson,
The J.B.'s,
Isaac Hayes,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Stockholm Monsters,
Guru Guru,
Kerri Chandler,
Maurizio,
Magazine,
The Skatalites,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Star Department,
Amon Düül,
Morten Harket,
MDC, MDC, MDC, MDC.
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.