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 Albania and from Accra.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
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 Laurel Aitken to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Lalann. All the underground hits.
All Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeff Lynne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fortunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 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?
The Mojo Men,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Fire Engines,
Roy Ayers,
Fad Gadget,
The Cowsills,
Shoche,
Dorothy Ashby,
Underground Resistance,
Joensuu 1685,
Motorama,
Hot Snakes,
The Detroit Cobras,
Aloha Tigers,
10cc,
Rites of Spring,
Little Man,
Spoonie Gee,
Crash Course in Science,
Con Funk Shun,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Kayak,
Rhythm & Sound,
Yaz,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Model 500,
Tears for Fears,
The Blues Magoos,
The Cure,
The Alarm Clocks,
Roxy Music,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Monks,
Josef K,
Jimmy McGriff,
Funkadelic,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Pantaleimon,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Depeche Mode,
Terry Callier,
Jacob Miller,
Joe Smooth,
Alton Ellis,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Peter & Gordon,
Pet Shop Boys,
Ludus,
Intrusion,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Mark Hollis,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Y Pants,
Patti Smith,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Sonny Sharrock,
Robert Wyatt,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain.
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.