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 Iceland and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 clarinet 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 Simply Red 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 Tim Buckley. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dual Sessions 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joey Negro record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Prince Buster,
Neu!,
D'Angelo,
Simply Red,
Charles Mingus,
David Bowie,
the Fania All-Stars,
Max Romeo,
Electric Prunes,
Infiniti,
Lalo Schifrin,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
These Immortal Souls,
Guru Guru,
Minny Pops,
Cameo,
Sexual Harrassment,
Sparks,
Donny Hathaway,
Pylon,
H. Thieme,
Mr. Review,
Franke,
Flash Fearless,
Bob Dylan,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Stockholm Monsters,
Camberwell Now,
Liliput,
Ornette Coleman,
Radio Birdman,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Electric Light Orchestra,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Theoretical Girls,
Sonic Youth,
Deepchord,
PIL,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Saccharine Trust,
Y Pants,
Marine Girls,
The Saints,
The Neon Judgement,
E-Dancer,
T.S.O.L.,
Heaven 17,
Adolescents,
Mantronix,
Roger Hodgson,
Roy Ayers,
Fugazi,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Walker Brothers,
Ultra Naté,
The Move,
Moebius,
Roxy Music,
Average White Band,
June Days,
Delta 5,
Rakim,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy.
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.