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 Armenia and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the oboe 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 B.T. Express to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Excepter. All the underground hits.
All Heaven 17 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pet Shop Boys record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cal Tjader record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
LL Cool J,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Warren Ellis,
Grey Daturas,
Rites of Spring,
Minutemen,
Parry Music,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Unrelated Segments,
The Dirtbombs,
Max Romeo,
Fad Gadget,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Birthday Party,
Boz Scaggs,
Excepter,
Arcadia,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Wolf Eyes,
Black Pus,
Fugazi,
Joe Finger,
Bobby Byrd,
T.S.O.L.,
Eric Copeland,
John Lydon,
Nik Kershaw,
X-Ray Spex,
Lyres,
David Axelrod,
The Golliwogs,
Soft Cell,
Terrestrial Tones,
Young Marble Giants,
Morten Harket,
Gong,
The Gap Band,
FM Einheit,
Susan Cadogan,
Hardrive,
Stiv Bators,
Cluster,
Tim Buckley,
UT,
Organ,
Cheater Slicks,
Half Japanese,
Pole,
The Tremeloes,
Amazonics,
Fela Kuti,
The Blackbyrds,
Maurizio,
Television,
Trumans Water,
Mars,
Derrick May,
Lungfish,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Robert Wyatt,
Gang Gang Dance,
Leonard Cohen,
Moss Icon,
Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz.
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.