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 Brunei 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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
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 David Bowie to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Bootsy Collins. All the underground hits.
All Major Organ And The Adding Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lindisfarne 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 '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 Black Sheep record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pantaleimon,
Von Mondo,
The Knickerbockers,
Zapp,
10cc,
Stereo Dub,
Althea and Donna,
Stetsasonic,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Busters,
Swell Maps,
The Blackbyrds,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Monochrome Set,
Second Layer,
Amazonics,
The Gun Club,
The Grass Roots,
R.M.O.,
Oneida,
Byron Stingily,
Johnny Clarke,
Whodini,
Camberwell Now,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Fugs,
Loose Ends,
Symarip,
The Wake,
Donny Hathaway,
Sexual Harrassment,
Barclay James Harvest,
Black Bananas,
Parry Music,
The Beau Brummels,
Aloha Tigers,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Amon Düül,
Todd Terry,
Siglo XX,
Nation of Ulysses,
Anthony Braxton,
The Doobie Brothers,
Rites of Spring,
Oblivians,
Pere Ubu,
The Sound,
Soulsonic Force,
Easy Going,
Public Enemy,
The Walker Brothers,
Ossler,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Minnie Riperton,
Camouflage,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Martian,
Brothers Johnson,
Kevin Saunderson,
Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon.
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.